Junior's racing thoughts screeched to a full stop. 'Marcus Savinus.'
The name echoed in Junior's head. It was another name he had been tasked to look into sometime ago, back when they were supposed to be focused on more pressing matters.
Then suddenly, the puzzle pieces clicked into place. Marcus Savinus was the legendary industry kingmaker who had just come out of a four-year retirement. Marcus Savinus was the man managing the sudden, explosive debut of the "angel from hell."
Junior's eyes widened, darting from the tablet to his terrifying boss. This wasn't about a corporate rival. This wasn't about a territorial enemy. Noah Sterling was currently letting his business empire burn to the ground, ignoring furious senators and slighted billionaires, all because a giant Type B Alpha had been in the same room as his mate.
Noah went deathly still. The vein at his temple gave a twitch. The scent of spicy wood flooded the entire room and dropped the temperature a few degrees.
