The dawn broke slowly over the city, a pale orange bleeding into gray. From the penthouse, the skyline seemed almost peaceful, but the calm was a fragile veneer. Inside, the air was thick with strategy, tension, and unspoken fear.

Alexander sat at the sleek glass table in the living room, laptop open, documents spread like battle plans before a war. Amelia stood across from him, arms crossed, brows knitted in concentration. The events of the previous night weighed heavily on both of them, but ...