THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW
"Aaron Morosova-twenty-nine, son of Jay Morosova, Governor of Zambales. He's Charity Yoon's fiancé-they marry December twenty-eighth. And I dug up something interesting: he's the one collecting intel on us, Psikh."
Sebastian slid his sunglasses down his nose, leaning back against the sofa as he faced Psikh across from him.
"They're sabotaging our shipping routes too. Men on the inside-slipped in while we were away from the Philippines all these years."
"Still at it?" Psikh asked, and Sebastian nodded.
"Yep. Found five crates of illegal drugs in one of our vessels bound for Japan."
"Japan..." Psikh murmured, jaw tight as he stared at the floor.
Silence settled thick between them, heavy with unspoken memory. Psikh's aura was dark and pressing; even Sebastian's face had gone still and hard.
"I have no plans to travel there. You should go investigate-"
