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The night had deepened, and the city lights blurred through the rain-streaked windows of the Draven estate’s war room. Damon paced the length of the room, restless, the weight of the day’s discoveries pressing down on his shoulders. Sarah sat nearby, her hands folded tightly, eyes scanning the array of digital maps and encrypted messages flashing across the multiple monitors.“It’s worse than we thought,” Damon finally said, voice low and heavy. “That mole has been inside for months. Every step we took, every plan we made—it was leaked.”Sarah swallowed, trying to steady the anxiety rising in her chest. “We’re running out of time.”Lou, who had been quietly analyzing the data streams, nodded grimly. “I’ve traced the infiltrator’s activity back through our network. They’ve been careful, but not careful enough. There’s a pattern—one that points to meetings, exchanges of data, even sabotage of our security systems.”Lucas rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “If we’re going to flush this out, w

The city pulsed beneath the night sky, lights flickering like nerves firing in a sleepless mind. From the penthouse windows of the Draven estate, Brooklyn looked deceptively peaceful. But inside, everything was braced for impact. Damon stood near the window, shoulders tense, his gaze fixed on nothing and everything at once. The silence behind him was broken only by the faint hum of security monitors and the occasional click of a keyboard.Sarah watched him from the far end of the room. He hadn’t spoken much since the last meeting, when Lou confirmed that Katrina’s planted mole had been operating under their noses for months. Every strategy session, every pivot—they’d been shadowed. And now that Alex had undergone the first stage of his treatment in Boston, with Damon personally flying in to oversee it, emotions ran even higher. The stakes weren’t just professional anymore—they were devastatingly personal.She moved closer to him, her hand brushing lightly against his. “You’ve been sta

The hospital lights buzzed faintly overhead, a monotonous hum that only made the quiet feel heavier. Damon sat beside Alex’s hospital bed, his elbow resting on the arm of the chair, chin balanced on his fist. The boy looked so small under the white sheets, hooked up to a cocktail of machines that beeped and blinked, keeping his fragile body tethered to life.Alex had made it through surgery—barely. The doctors had stabilized him, but the road ahead was uncertain.Damon hadn’t moved for hours.A nurse came in, checked Alex’s vitals quietly, and gave Damon a sympathetic smile. “He’s strong. Kids are resilient. Just give him time,” she whispered, as if afraid to disturb the silence.Damon nodded but didn’t answer. His thoughts were adrift—memories of his own childhood filtered through the sterile walls. A lonely boy, orphaned by wealth but raised by shadows. He remembered what it was like to wake up every day feeling like no one would stay. He wouldn’t let Alex feel that.His phone buzze

The Draven penthouse was quieter the morning after the proposal, but the air pulsed with something new—peace, finally, but also the soft beginnings of joy.Sarah stood at the kitchen island, twirling the ring on her finger. Her coffee had long gone cold. She was too busy watching the sunlight play on the diamond’s edge, too busy trying to understand how she got here—from the girl waiting tables for hospital bills to the woman engaged to Damon Draven.He walked in from the balcony, shirt sleeves rolled, hair still damp from a shower. “You’re up early.”“I never went back to sleep.”He leaned over and kissed the top of her head. “Too excited to be my fiancée?”She snorted softly. “Too wired to relax, actually.”He pulled her into a hug from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. “You know we don’t have to rush. No headlines, no media frenzy. Just us. However you want it.”Sarah tilted her head. “What if I said I wanted to elope to Italy and disappear for a month?”Damon grinned. “I’d

Back in Manhattan, Lucas Adams sat at the head of the Draven Tech war room table, his laptop open, fingers flying across the keyboard. Around him, the core team was gathering—Elena, Lou, a few trusted cybersecurity experts from Damon’s private unit. The air was tense, not with fear, but preparation.“She messaged Sarah again,” Lou said, dropping her phone on the table. “She’s taunting them.”Lucas didn’t look up. “Good. The more she communicates, the easier it’ll be to track her. She’s overconfident. That’s a mistake.”Elena crossed her arms. “Still no definitive trace?”“Almost,” Lucas muttered. “She’s rerouting through international proxies, but she’s using an old signature. Sloppy.”“Or deliberate,” Lou added grimly. “What if she wants us to find her?”“Then we make her regret it.”The screens flickered to life. One showed surveillance footage from an abandoned estate in New Jersey. Another, metadata from the message Sarah received.“We’ve cross-referenced the timestamps with her k