Nathan’s POVI didn’t sleep.Not because I couldn’t. Because I refused.Sleep was for the uncertain. For people who thought tomorrow would bring clarity or peace. But I wasn’t one of them. I lived in the present—always watching, always recalculating. And tonight, as the air grew thick with fallout, I sat in silence and reviewed every thread of the trap I was tightening.Across the screen, the world kept burning in real-time. Markets adjusted. Executives panicked. Politicians postured. And beneath it all, the real work happened: whispers became rumors, rumors became doubt, and doubt... well, doubt had a way of eating even the most righteous from the inside out.Sophia’s rebellion was the spark.Mine would be the blaze.The intercom cracked softly. “Cassandra has completed the first contact.”“Details,” I said, my voice flat.“She reached Alex. A casual run-in. Parking garage, as projected. No threats. Just a suggestion. She asked about Prague.”I smiled to myself. That was all it took.
Last Updated : 2025-05-17 Read more