Axel settled into his chair behind the desk, the leather creaking softly beneath his weight.
He pulled his phone from his pocket. The faint smile that had lingered from teasing Dylan faded into a focused calm as he scrolled through his contacts.
When he found the name he wanted, he dialed immediately.
The call connected after two rings.
"Good evening, Boss," Ethan greeted politely from the other end.
Axel did not bother with small talk. "How is everything with the Martinez family? Why is there no news about them?"
A soft chuckle came through the phone, easing Axel's tension just a little.
"Relax," Ethan said. "They already know about her death. They are returning her to their family home. But they are embarrassed about it, so they are keeping the information secret. Only close relatives know. That is why you have not seen any news about her death."
Axel's upper lip curled into a faint, satisfied smile.
"Good," he said. "But do not stop monitoring their every move."
