The penthouse was chaos. Phones buzzed, men moved fast, the glass walls caught every barked order Jake threw out. Zara sat hunched on the couch, her knees pressed tight, hands trembling no matter how hard she tried to steady them.

Liam was coaxed into the study with Damien with a game controller and a promise of snacks. He kept glancing back, sensing the storm but too young to name it.

Jake stood in the middle of it all, sharp voice cutting through. “I want the street cameras pulled. ...