Behind The Mask
“I know about your thing with her, but right now I need both of you on the same page. Drop whatever drama you have. We move as one.”
Dominic lifted his hands in surrender. “Fine,” he said. “For the payday.”
“Good,” I said. “No personal shit. We keep this quiet and professional.”
Grayson was already tapping away on his laptop. Vivienne sat with a soft, nervous composure, spectacles perched. We gathered around the battered table. I laid the facts out: the Order, the Black Book, the footage, the stakes. They listened in stunned silence. When I asked if they still wanted in, every head nodded.