تسجيل الدخولElise's POVI got there early.Not because I was nervous. Because I needed to be in the room before Adrian was — needed to be seated, settled, already occupying the space when he walked in. It was a small thing but small things were the difference between a conversation you controlled and one that controlled you.Nico was outside. He had not argued this time. He had simply looked at me when I said outside and nodded, and I noticed the absence of pushback and didn't examine it too closely.I ordered coffee. I sat with my back to the wall.Adrian came in at five past nine.He looked worse than the last time I had seen him which had been the hospital, and the last time I had seen him at the hospital he had looked like a man who had just realised the floor wasn't where he thought it was. Now he looked like a man who had been standing in mid-air for several weeks and was only just acknowledging gravity.He saw me. He crossed the room. He sat down across from me without doing any of the thi
Elise's POVCain called on a Sunday evening while I was in the middle of an argument with my father.Not a loud argument. We didn't do loud. It was the worse kind — controlled, precise, both of us choosing words carefully because we both knew how to use them and there was enough history in that room to make careless language dangerous.It had started over Rafael.My father wanted to move faster. He had spent two days debriefing Rafael and he wanted to act on the information now — close the eastern network, pull the thread on the contractor in the north, move before the Grecos noticed the silence from Enzo's end and started asking questions. I understood the impulse. What I didn't agree with was the timing."We move now and we get half of it," I said. "We wait another week and we get all of it.""A week is too long," my father said. "Savio is handling Enzo but he is not a man who moves slowly. When Enzo falls the ripple will reach—""I know what the ripple will reach. I've mapped it."
Adrian's POVJade moved into my apartment on a Saturday.I hadn't asked her to. I came home from the office to find a suitcase in the bedroom and her things arranged on the bathroom shelf with the quiet confidence of someone who had decided a thing was done without consulting the other person involved. When I asked about it she said she thought it made sense given everything and smiled in the way that had always ended my questions before they fully formed and I — I let it go.I was aware, distantly, that I kept letting things go with Jade.I was aware that this was a pattern and that the pattern had a shape and the shape was not a good one but I was also tired and the business was still bleeding and the path of least resistance was to let her stay and deal with the larger question of what exactly I was doing with my life at some unspecified later point.That was a Monday problem.It was Saturday.—The mistake happened on Sunday.I was in the kitchen making coffee when Jade's phone li
Elise's POVWe were in the war room by seven going through Rafael's contacts when Nico said the wrong thing.It wasn't malicious. I don't think he even knew he'd said it until he saw my face. That's the thing about the wrong things — they come out in the middle of ordinary sentences, no warning, just suddenly there.We were cross-referencing a name Rafael had given us the night before — a man in the north who had been handling transfers between the Greco and Albero networks for three years. I was writing and Nico was reading the corresponding file and he said, without looking up, "He was useful to Adrian too, apparently. There's a connection through the Reeds company — looks like a contractor, early on. Before Jade.""Meaning what?" I asked."Meaning Adrian may have had existing ties to the Greco network before Jade arrived." He turned a page. "Which means the marriage wasn't just about placing Jade near you — it may have been about the Reeds business connection too. Two operations ru
Elise's POVI woke up at five and lay there staring at the ceiling for twenty minutes before I accepted that sleep was done with me.My body hurt in the low, dull way it had been hurting since the hospital — not sharp anymore, just present, like a reminder that kept tapping me on the shoulder every time I forgot about it for too long. The doctors had said six weeks minimum for the wound to close properly. I was at four. I had been ignoring the advice with the specific stubbornness of someone who did not have six weeks to be careful.I got up. Showered. Dressed. Went downstairs.Rafael was already in the kitchen.I stopped in the doorway.He was standing at the counter with a mug of something, looking out the window at the estate grounds in the early grey light, and he turned when he heard me and we just — stood there for a second, the two of us, in a kitchen that had belonged to his family before it belonged to mine, and neither of us said anything because what do you say at five in t
Elise's POVThat night I went to the garden again.Not for strategy this time. Not to think anything through. Just because the house felt full in a way it hadn't before Rafael arrived — full of something unresolved, something that moved through the corridors and sat in the corners of rooms and would not settle.I sat on my mother's bench and I let myself be tired.Really tired. Not the surface tired of too little sleep but the underneath kind — the kind that comes from holding everything in place for weeks without letting any of it show a crack. I was good at not showing cracks. I had learned it young and practiced it long and the skill was so embedded now that sometimes I couldn't find the crack myself until I was sitting alone in a cold garden at ten o'clock at night and it just appeared, all at once, unavoidable.My uncle had been in my father's house for six hours.Six hours and already I could feel the shape of how it was going to cost my father. Not the information — that was us







