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Marcus Escalates

Author: Pamora
last update publish date: 2026-03-28 16:59:02

Adrian POV

War rarely announces itself.

It begins quietly.

Small movements. Subtle questions. Money changing hands where it shouldn’t.

Most people only notice a war when the damage becomes visible.

By then, it’s already too late.

I’m reviewing quarterly projections when Damian walks into my office with the look of someone who has just found something unpleasant.

He closes the door behind him.

“That didn’t take long,” he says.

I don’t look up from the report.

“What didn’t?”

“Marcus re
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