Chapter 60

/MARCUS/ I stood in the dimly lit hallway outside Didina’s office, the waiver in hand. My signature was fresh on the paper, a gesture meant to appease her—for now. I wasn’t about to let her think she’d won. I’d bide my time, wait for her to unravel under the weight of her own schemes. All I needed was patience, and if I’d learned anything in business, it was the art of waiting.