The city hadn’t yet woken, but the world inside Cross Enterprises was already restless. Elevators hummed, lights flickered to life, and in the top-floor office of glass and steel, Damian Cross faced his reflection as though it were a stranger.His tie hung loose, his usually perfect composure fractured by a sleepless night. He had barely closed his eyes—every time he did, Elena’s voice echoed: Who is she?He’d built an empire on control. But now, for the first time, someone had stolen his peace with nothing but a question.A quiet knock.“Come in,” he said.Adrian Cole stepped inside, a tablet tucked under one arm, a look of concern shadowing his face. “Sir, there’s something you should see.”He set the tablet down. The screen displayed an email thread—anonymous, untraceable—but the attachment was the same photograph that had landed in Elena’s hands. Damian’s jaw locked.“It’s everywhere in whispers,” Adrian said softly. “No public release yet, but Crane’s people are hinting to report
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