POV: AdrianThe sedan sliced through the early morning traffic. The frantic energy of the city was a quiet backdrop to the panic roaring in my ears. Amelia sat beside me, silent, clutching the burner phone with the anonymous text of the one warning her about Eva's apartment."It's a trap, Adrian," she stated, her voice tight but devoid of tears. The CEO mask was back, brittle but necessary. "She knows it’s the only place I can't let her touch. It’s pure emotional leverage.""Then we treat it as an active ambush," I agreed, running a hand through my hair. The cut on my jaw throbbed. "But the trap isn't the problem. The problem is what Martha said.""The third organization," Amelia finished, her eyes fixed straight ahead. "The man on the balcony. He wasn't working for Branwyn. He was working for someone else.""Exactly. Branwyn is obsessed with revenge, but he's not a chess master. He's a hammer. This is the coordinated legal assaults, the deep financial probes, the corporate timing, th
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