A pawn
"Everyone, stop what you're doing and listen to the authority figure..." The detective's voice echoed through the building of Marco's head office, commanding attention.
"Now, where's your manager?" The detective, eyes narrowed with authority, directed the question to one of the staff.
"There's no need to call for a substitute when the real deal is right here. May I see your warrant?" Marco's voice was smooth, but there was a subtle edge to it as he descended to the last floor, his hand outstretched toward the detective.
The leader of the detectives, a stern-faced woman, stood her ground, unwavering. Without hesitation, she handed the warrant to Marco, her gaze meeting his with determination.
Marco's eyes flicked over her, assessing her with a keen, piercing gaze before focusing on the warrant.
"I see... you're new here," he remarked, his tone laced with cold amusement.