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Lucas stands in the hallway just outside the boardroom, Flora's words still burning in his ears like a brand seared into flesh. The industrial lighting overhead casts harsh shadows across his face, highlighting the tension in his jaw and the subtle tremor in his typically steady hands.She watches him with open desperation, hope flickering behind her tired eyes like the last embers of a dying fire. Her breath catches in the long silence stretching between them, painful and taut as a wire about to snap. Her beautiful blonde hair frames her face, making her look both vulnerable and determined at once.He says nothing at first. The weight of everything unsaid hangs between them, heavy as iron. Then—"I'll handle it," he says, voice low and rough."Lucas, please, you need to understand what she's—""I said I'll handle it," he snaps, the words cracking through the air like a whip.Flora recoils, blinking rapidly. The hope in her eyes dims, replaced by something harder, more resolute.He lo
The boardroom is airless—silent but simmering with power. Thick oak walls mute the storm battering outside, rain hammering against bulletproof windows like desperate fingers seeking entrance. The real storm, however, brews within. Lucas Arden stands at the head of the polished mahogany table, arms crossed over his charcoal Armani suit, shoulders rigid with authority. His jaw tightens imperceptibly as Evangeline presents her latest pitch: a bold, aggressive acquisition that would cement his dominance in Southeast Asia."The Singaporean market is ripe," Evangeline says, her voice smooth silk, each word carefully threaded with logic and allure. She gestures toward the projection behind her, numbers glowing in blue light that illuminates her perfectly composed features. "We acquire Meridian Tech now, while their stock is artificially depressed, and within six months, your footprint expands by thirty percent across five countries."The board listens intently, eight of the most powerful exe
Serena's office is bathed in low amber light from the antique desk lamp, the blinds drawn tight against the city's sleepless eyes. Outside, a million lights pierce the darkness, but none penetrate this sanctuary of investigation and pursuit. Her desk is cluttered with open files and digital screens displaying case notes, news alerts, and offshore account tracers—a chaotic mosaic of evidence pointing to something sinister. Coffee rings stain scattered legal briefs, testament to nights without proper rest. Her phone buzzes against a stack of financial reports—an unlisted number flashing on screen, digits illuminating her wary expression.She hesitates, thumb hovering over the screen. Years as a lawyer have taught her that unknown numbers rarely bring good news. Then again, they rarely bring irrelevant news either. She answers, pressing the device to her ear."This is Carter," she says, her voice clipped and professional despite the late hour.A voice crackles on the other end, low and
Lucas deletes her number.Not just from his phone—but from every contact list, every emergency file, every server she's ever touched inside his empire. One click. One command. One clean break. The blue light of his monitor illuminates the harsh planes of his face as he watches her digital presence vanish from his life, bit by bit. The deletion progress bar crawls across the screen, each percentage point another severed connection.No more Flora Hawthorne.Not in his world.Not in his heart.He leans back in the leather chair behind his office desk, the expensive material creaking softly beneath his weight. Shadows pool around his features, carving deeper lines into his face than were there just weeks ago. Rain smears the cityscape outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, transforming the glittering metropolis into a watery impressionist painting. Droplets race down the glass, merging and splitting in their chaotic descent, mirroring the turmoil within him. The silence in his vast office
Serena's fingers fly across the keyboard, her brow furrowed in deep concentration as the screen flashes with red-coded firewalls and encrypted blocks. The harsh blue glow from her monitor bathes her face in an eerie light, casting sharp shadows across her tense features. Outside her apartment windows, the city twinkles like a constellation of artificial stars against the velvet backdrop of the 3:00 a.m. sky. The rest of her apartment lies in darkness, as if the world beyond her digital hunt has ceased to exist."Come on, come on..." she murmurs, her voice barely audible over the soft whirring of computer fans. Her eyes dart across the screen, tracking each new security protocol as it emerges. "You think you're clever, but everyone leaves footprints."Sweat beads on her upper lip as she bypasses another layer of password protocols. The complexity of the security speaks volumes—whoever designed this wanted to remain hidden at all costs. But Serena has spent years perfecting her craft, l
The flash drive arrives in a plain black envelope, slid beneath Flora's door just after dawn breaks over the city skyline. Sunlight crawls across her hardwood floor, illuminating the mysterious delivery that waits like a silent harbinger.No note accompanies it. No sender reveals themselves.Only one word engraves the plastic shell in sleek, bloodred ink that catches the morning light:*Viper.*Flora sits at her kitchen table, the pale morning light filtering through sheer curtains that dance with the gentle breeze from her partially opened window. Her fingers tremble slightly as she plugs the drive into her encrypted laptop. Serena watches from across the table, her coffee growing cold, untouched, amber liquid reflecting her tense expression."Do you think it's legitimate?" Serena asks, her voice barely above a whisper, as if invisible ears might be listening.Flora's eyes narrow. "We'll know soon enough."The files populate her screen—heavily coded and complex—layers of encryption m
Serena's office is a war room now. Stacks of manila case files litter her mahogany desk, their dog-eared corners betraying hours of frantic study. Three laptop screens glow with scanned archives, casting an eerie blue light across her exhausted features. The venetian blinds are drawn tight, sealing them away from the outside world, creating a cocoon of obsessive investigation. A corkboard behind her is filled with red strings connecting names, aliases, corporate holdings, and one photo at the center—Evangeline Reed. The woman's immaculate features stare back at them with cold calculation, a portrait of elegant menace."She's a ghost," Serena mutters, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she scrolls through another encrypted dossier. Dark circles rim her eyes, evidence of sleepless nights and caffeine-fueled determination. "No birth records, no school history, no tax filings, no trace before 2016. It's like she materialized from thin air."She taps on a blurred black-and-white im
The elevator doors open with a soft chime, but the tension in Lucas Arden's stride is anything but quiet. His steps are hard, deliberate, echoing off the glass and steel corridors of his private floor like a metronome counting down to confrontation. The polished marble floor reflects his distorted silhouette—a man consumed by a darkness he can't shake. In his hand, he grips a printout of the images like a blade ready to strike, the paper's edges already worn from his relentless grip. His knuckles have gone white, the veins in his forearm prominent beneath his rolled sleeve.He doesn't knock.Flora's temporary office door swings open with a sharp creak that slices through the oppressive silence. Morning light streams through the windows behind her desk, casting her in silhouette for a heartbeat before her features come into focus.She looks up, startled, a pen poised mid-sentence over documents she's been reviewing. Recognition flashes across her face, followed immediately by concern.
Lucas watches Evangeline from across the polished mahogany boardroom table as she speaks—fluid, articulate, effortlessly in control. Her voice glides over quarterly numbers, crisis metrics, projected threats, and preemptive actions with the grace of someone who's danced through darker corridors than most men dare enter. The subtle confidence in her posture, the calculated pauses between her statements—everything about her commands attention without demanding it.The board members hang on every word, their expressions ranging from quiet admiration to barely concealed envy.And so, increasingly, does he.She's not like anyone else in his world. She doesn't flinch at risk. Doesn't rattle at chaos. She meets his ruthless energy with something equally cold—and strangely magnetic. There's an unspoken understanding between them, a recognition of similar shadows that neither acknowledges aloud.They've worked late for three nights straight, the office emptying around them as they dissect prob