Chapter 13: Her Decision
In the security headquarters nestled in one of the discreet high-rise buildings owned by the Salvador conglomerate, Blake sat behind a sleek mahogany desk, dressed in a sharply tailored dark suit. His expression, as always, was unreadable, stoic, composed, like a man who’d seen too much and trusted too little.
One of his younger operatives, Marcus, entered the room, looking unsure.
"Sir," Marcus said, offering a tablet. "You asked for the morning update on Madam."
Blake raised an eyebrow but took the device. On the screen was a series of timestamped images and short footage clips—Cassidy Calista walking into Roseland Hospital, alone, early that morning. Later, her exiting with a small paper bag, likely from the hospital pharmacy.
Blake didn’t react much, just studied the footage in silence. He tapped once to zoom in.
Marcus cleared his throat nervously. "Sir, it’s Roseland. That’s not a general hospital. It’s almost exclusively OB-GYN and women’s health. Do we... do we notify Mr. Salvador?"
Blake’s eyes lifted slowly. "No."
"But—"
"Marcus." Blake’s voice was calm, but sharp enough to slice through steel. "Do you remember what I told you when I first brought you in?"
Marcus stiffened. "Always report to you. Never directly to Mr. Salvador unless told otherwise."
"Good. And what else?"