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Three days later, Draven Tower stood like a sentinel against the skyline—restored, secure, and humming with quiet resolve. The worst was behind them, but the weight of what had been endured still lingered in the air like the fading scent of smoke after a fire.Damon stood on the 75th-floor balcony, staring out over Manhattan. His suit jacket was open, collar slightly loosened, but there was no mistaking the tension in his frame. Victory had come, but at a cost he wasn’t finished calculating.The door behind him opened softly.Sarah stepped out, barefoot, coffee in hand. She wore one of his shirts, the sleeves too long, the hem brushing her thighs. For a brief moment, she looked like the peace he’d spent years searching for.“You’re up early,” she said.“I couldn’t sleep.”She walked over and handed him the coffee. “Because you’re thinking about what’s next.”He gave a small nod. “Katrina’s being held at a private facility until her federal transfer. But her arrest set off a chain reac

The morning after the penthouse sighting, Damon arrived at Draven Tech headquarters early, the city still wrapped in the quiet hush of dawn. The usual bustle of the office was tempered by an unspoken tension — everyone knew they were no longer just rebuilding a company; they were rebuilding a fortress.Lucas was already there, eyes glued to multiple screens in the security center.“Morning,” Damon said.Lucas didn’t look up immediately. “You’ll want to see this.”On the main monitor, security footage played back in grainy black and white. A shadowy figure had been spotted near the loading docks just after midnight. The silhouette was careful, methodical, and skilled at avoiding cameras.“That was no random trespasser,” Damon said, narrowing his eyes.“Agreed,” Lucas replied. “We’re dealing with professionals. The Syndicate is testing our defenses, probing for weaknesses.”Damon rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “If they’re this bold now, it means they’re regrouping faster than we expected

The sun was barely up, and yet the tension in the Draven Tech headquarters was already palpable. Damon Draven sat at the head of the long conference table, flanked by Sarah, Lucas, Lou, and Elena. The atmosphere was thick with exhaustion and resolve — the fight was far from over.Lucas tapped his tablet to bring up a dossier. “We’ve traced several anomalies in network access logs over the last three months. Three employees have been flagged for suspicious activity. One is on probation for insubordination, but the other two are clear on paper — which makes them even more dangerous.”Damon’s eyes narrowed. “Names. I want names.”Lucas flicked through the list. “Marissa Trent — senior project manager; Darren Holt — systems analyst; and Marco Liu — junior developer. Marissa’s probation is for leaking confidential project updates to a competitor last year, but Darren and Marco have clean records.”Lou added, “We’ve already installed surveillance cameras around their desks, and IT is monito

The first light of dawn seeped slowly through the towering glass windows of the Draven Tech penthouse, casting long shadows that stretched across the war room. Damon Draven stood at the center, his sharp eyes fixed on the array of screens that flickered with endless streams of data. His jaw was set, his mind racing through possibilities and contingencies. The company he had built with his blood and sweat was under siege, but the siege was far from over.“Elena,” Damon called without turning, “what’s the status on the bait project? Any movement from the mole?”Elena’s fingers danced across the keyboard, eyes flicking between lines of code and monitoring dashboards. “We went live with the fake project as planned twenty-four hours ago. So far, the bait has been touched twice. Both times, attempts were made to download files — but our tracking software flagged each access immediately. We’re currently tracing the digital fingerprints left behind.”Lucas Adams stepped in, his expression gri