ClarkThe next morning, I felt a weight in my chest that I couldn’t shake, like I was dragging a boulder behind me as I made my way to Marcus’s office. My thoughts were a chaotic mess, but one thing was clear—I had to confront him. I needed answers. Not just for Raven, but for myself.As I pushed open the door to Marcus’s private office, he looked up from his desk with that smug smile that I now realized had been there all along. He leaned back in his chair, his hands casually clasped together. The man was too calm, too collected. He already knew why I was here.“Clark,” he said, his voice cool, “I wasn’t expecting you this early. What brings you in?”I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to keep my voice steady. “I know what you’ve been doing, Marcus. I know everything.”His smile didn’t falter, but there was a flicker in his eyes. “Do you now? And what exactly do you think you know?”“You manipulated me that night,” I said, my voice rising despite myself. “The night of the hit-and
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