The operations wing was quieter at night.Not truly silent — there was always something humming beneath the floor, the low-level breath of the building itself. But after hours, the rhythm changed. People walked softer. Conversations dimmed. There was less posturing, less urgency. Just quiet people doing necessary work.And some trying to undo it.Noah crossed through the east corridor with purpose, the click of his shoes muffled against the sound-absorbing matte tile. Most of the overhead lights had dimmed into night mode — soft amber cones glowing over a sparse scattering of desks. The office was a grid of ghosts.He found her where he expected: her assigned workspace, fourth pod from the far wall, desk light on, two monitors lit.Lina Asher.Jasper’s assistant. His shadow, some used to say.For ten years, she'd been his buffer, his brain, and occasionally his blade. She had curated his schedule, filtered his calls, adjusted his statements. But more than that — she had guarded him. N
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