Rain streaked down the steel beams of the port like liquid glass. Every drop echoed against metal and concrete, turning the familiar docks into a labyrinth of shadows. Cassandra Rossi stepped from her black SUV, boots splashing in shallow puddles. She pulled her coat tighter around her shoulders and glanced at the convoy of trucks lined up in perfect formation. The weight of the operation pressed down on her chest, but she welcomed it. Control was her element.She flipped open her notebook and ran her finger along the first manifest. Crate numbers, seals, weights, destinations. Every number had to match. Every seal had to hold. One mistake and weeks of planning would unravel. Cassandra didn’t flinch. She had done this before, watched her father coordinate shipments, navigate threats, manipulate people, and survive. This was her moment.The foreman approached, brow furrowed. “Miss Rossi, are you sure about this? Usually someone from the Valerio side supervises.”“I’m sure,” she said, h
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