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The Black Orchid wasn’t just a casino; it was an experience. The chandelier glimmered like a cluster of stars, filling the room with warm gold and deep red light that danced over the high-stakes tables and elegantly dressed guests shrouded in mystery. Ava Reed walked in with the grace of a blade wrapped in silk.Her crimson dress clung to her frame, slit high up one thigh, where her custom sidearm lay strapped, hidden and silent. Every step she took was calculated, a queen on a warpath, dressed to kill, hiding every intention behind red lips and velvet grace.Alex followed a step behind, tux sharp enough to draw stares, his dark hair slicked back.Ava hated that it suited him. Hated that her eyes kept drifting to him. Hated how dangerous he looked, and how much she liked it.She exhaled softly. Focus.From across the roulette pit, Ava spotted her mark: Dorian Valette, an arms dealer with a whiskey voice and a reputation for selling nightmares in bulk. He leaned against the bar in a

The estate was too quiet.Ava walked through the front door quietly, her boots making no sound on the polished floor. She didn’t pause in the foyer or say anything to Eleanor. She didn’t even glance at the kitchen, where the warm smell of jasmine tea lingered.Instead, she went straight to her study.Once the heavy door shut behind her, she leaned back against it, her pulse still galloping from the chaos at the penthouse. She could still see the fed’s badge flashing in the soft, sterile light, could still hear Alex’s voice inside her head. “Run. Now.”So she did.But now she was back… alone. The weight of what had been lost threatened to crush her where she stood.She crossed to her desk, dropping into the leather chair with a thud. Her eyes swept over the mess of files and encrypted drives, the fragments of war plans and digital trails. And at the centre of it all, there it was: Rafael’s faint but unmistakable handwriting, scrawled in the margins of a burned copy of the stolen ledg

The fluorescent lights in the federal office buzzed faintly overhead, casting a harsh white sheen over the steel table that separated Ava Reed from the two agents across from her. The air was biting cold and felt sterile, reminding her that she was deep inside a place where the truth could be used as a weapon.She didn’t flinch.Her hands, neatly folded in front of her, showed no tremor. Her posture, perfect. Her pulse, calm. But inside, her mind was moving like a loaded gun clicking through timelines, alliances, paper trails, and ghosts.The silence had stretched for too long. Minutes passed like hours. The older of the two agents, a woman with shrewd eyes and a too-crisp bob, watched Ava with a stillness that was almost predatory. The younger man beside her occasionally shifted, flipping through a folder, but never spoke.Finally, the woman leaned forward.“Ms. Reed,” she began in a low voice, “Did you know Detective Alex Ramos is a Moretti? A double agent?”Ava tilted her head sl