CHAPTER FOURGenesis---The west wing was quieter than the rest of the estate.Not empty, never empty,but controlled in a way that felt… deliberate. The kind of space reserved for order. For records. For things meant to be kept, hidden, or forgotten.Perfect.I stood at the long desk near the window, stacks of documents spread neatly before me. Land agreements. Trade records. Internal reports.Power, written in ink.And power… could be unraveled.My fingers moved slowly across the page, scanning, memorizing, filing away every detail. Names. Territories. Alliances.Weaknesses.Lucien Varkas had built an empire that looked impenetrable.But nothing was.Everything had cracks.You just had to know where to look.---“You read quickly.”The voice came from behind me.Low.Close.Too close.I didn’t startle.Didn’t flinch.Didn’t turn immediately.Because reacting meant giving something away.And I gave nothing.“I understand quickly,” I replied calmly, finishing the line I was on before
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