For Marcus Hart, money was more than just paper and numbers—it was real strength. The kind you could rely on, no questions asked. Money never talked back, never froze up, never bailed on him as long as he played things right. Over the years, he just started moving through life that way—gauging everything by how much power he could hold.But lately? The ground under him felt different—shaky, unstable. He felt it deep down, a nervous energy humming through his body. So Marcus gripped tighter onto the thing that never betrayed him: control.His office was nearly swallowed up by darkness, except for the restless glow of the city bleeding through the windows. He stared out at it, one hand buried in his pocket, the other pressed flat to the cool glass. Up here, the city looked perfect—everything straight lines, tidy blocks, all the chaos kept at arm’s length. He almost wished life would snap into place that easily.Behind him, a man perched on the edge of a leather chair. Tried to look comf
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