Jack's POV
"Mr. Simpson, that security guard was taken away."
My face darkened as my heart skipped a beat. "Taken away? By whom?" I demanded, feeling my fingers instinctively curl into fists.
This was about Anna's fall-every lead mattered. I couldn't afford to lose any thread of information.
The man before me shifted uncomfortably. "I think it was Mr. Murphy's people. That head of security who's always with him, the intimidating one."
Anger flashed through me like lightning. How could my staff be so incompetent at such a critical moment?
The urge to fire him on the spot bubbled up inside me.
"Have you never seen Marcus Murphy before? You don't even recognize his people?" didn't bother hiding the contempt in my voice.
My subordinate's face flushed with embarrassment. "I have, sir, just didn't pay much attention to details."
