Adrian's POVThe handcuffs closed around my wrists with a sound that seemed louder than it should have been.Metal on metal. A definitive click that carried across the silent boardroom despite the chaos still simmering around us. Every person in that space heard it. Every camera captured it. The moment when Adrian Drake stopped being a free man and became something else entirely.The officer doing the cuffing was professional about it. Not rough, not gentle. Just efficient. He positioned my hands behind my back and secured them with the practiced ease of someone who had done this thousands of times before."Adrian Drake," he said, his voice carrying the same professional neutrality. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you."The words were familiar from television, from movies, from a hundred crime dramas I'd never paid muc
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