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Chapter 50: The Weaver

Penulis: Ayoade Busola
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The sun was setting over Manhattan, turning the sky a bruised purple.

Inside the penthouse suite, the air was thick with tension and the smell of expensive espresso.

"We have a problem," Giovanni said, pacing in front of the window. "The Gala is locked down tighter than the Pentagon. Vanessa knows we’re in the city. She has doubled the private security. Metal detectors. Facial recognition at the door. Bomb sniffers."

I sat on the velvet sofa, picking at a loose thread on my hotel bathrobe.

"So we can't bring guns," I said.

"No guns," Lorenzo agreed. He was standing by the mirror, examining the healing cut on his lip. "And no disguises. If we wear masks, they arrest us. If we sneak in through the kitchen, we look like servants."

"So how do we get in?"

"We walk in," Lorenzo said, turning to me. "We walk in the front door, looking so expensive that the security guards are afraid to touch us."

He checked his watch.

"She should be here any minute."

"Who?"

Ding. The private elevator opened.
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