Damien POV
The first sign that Marcus Blackwood wasn't bluffing came at eleven AM in the form of federal agents walking into the Cross-Sterling Industries lobby with warrants and bad attitudes.
I was in Isabella's office, watching her review integration plans for our merged departments, when Sarah Martinez burst through the door with the kind of panic that made my blood run cold.
"Sir, we have a situation," she said breathlessly. "FBI and SEC agents just served warrants for financial records related to the merger. They're claiming possible securities fraud and market manipulation."
Isabella looked up from her documents, her green eyes sharpening with the kind of focused intensity that meant someone was about to get destroyed.
"What kind of securities fraud?" she asked.
