The First CrackThe black Mercedes rolled through the iron gates precisely at seven in the evening, its headlights swept through the rain-soaked courtyard before the engine fell silent. Henri moved first, opening the rear door with practiced precision.Mayor François Lambert emerged from a large black umbrella. He wore his public smile effortlessly, the same reassuring face that had carried him through elections, charity galas, and television interviews. To Brussels, he was a respectable statesman, but to Lucien, he was another piece on the board."Welcome, Monsieur Mayor," Henri greeted. Lambert nodded politely. "Lucien always chooses dramatic weather for our meetings." He said, and Henri merely smiled."This way." Inside the mansion, warmth replaced the evening chill, fire crackled inside the grand fireplace and glasses sparkled inside golden chandeliers. Classical music drifts through hidden speakers, masking every conversation beyond the room.Lucien stood waiting beside the firep
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