Suddenly, the landline phone on my desk began to ring, its loud tone shattering the quiet.

Adrian reached over and pressed the speakerphone button.

“Romano,” Adrian said.

“Sir, we have a situation at the lobby entrance,” a security guard’s voice came through the speaker, tight with tension.

“Speak,” Adrian said, his hand still resting on the edge of my desk.

“There are federal agents in the lobby, Mr. Romano,” the guard said, his voice crackling with static.

“They have Mr. Vance in custody, along with Mr. Harrison from the board.”

I pressed my hand to my mouth, my fingers cold against my lips.

Adrian looked up at the security monitors on the wall.

He tapped a key on his keyboard, switching the main display to the lobby camera.

The screen flickered, showing the marble lobby drenched in the blue and red flashing lights from the street outside.

Three men in suits stood near the glass revolving doors, their hands zip-tied behind their backs.

Marcus was one of them.

His expensive wool coat was wet from the rain, clinging to his shoulders.