The sleek, floor-to-ceiling glass panel of the high-rise office offered a stunning view of the city's skyline, but the man standing before it, rigid with tension, seemed unmoved by the beauty. Dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, his hands clasped behind his back, he stood like a statue carved from ice.
A voice interrupted the silence. "Mr. K, Marlon is nowhere to be found."
K slowly turned to face the speaker—a sharp-eyed subordinate in a crisp black shirt. His gaze was cold, almost unreadable.
"What do you mean 'nowhere to be found'?" K asked calmly, but there was a hard edge beneath his tone.
The man swallowed, then continued. "The last time I heard from him, he had agreed to carry out the mission of abducting Jayvaughn's boyfriend. Since then... nothing. It's as if he vanished into thin air."
