CHAPTER 72 NARRATOR The office was silent, almost too quiet to feel natural. Adrian Moreau stood by the window of his penthouse office, overlooking the city far below. The skyline glittered across the glass, but his reflection stared back at him—motionless, cold, unreadable. His fingers tapped a slow, calculated rhythm against the armrest, only stopping when the door creaked open. The spy stepped in hesitantly, her heels clicking against the cold marble floor. She was nervous, the kind of quiet fear that clung to her every step. As she should be, standing in front of Adrian Moreau. Adrian turned slowly, his blue eyes ice-cold. “You have exactly five seconds to explain how the fuck Sterling Corp recovered.” She swallowed hard, shifting uncomfortably. "Mr. Moreau, I—" "One." She froze in place, eyes wide. "Two." "Sir, please—" "Three." His voice was calm, but there was something lethal in the way he stared at her. "I don’t like repeating myself." She let out a shaky breath,
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