The Emergency Board Meeting room was not designed for violence, but for the silent, transactional murder of ambition. Yet, the air instantly became electrified with predatory intent. Julian’s final, technical pronouncement—the 400-millisecond latency exposure—had evaporated Anya Petrova's carefully constructed professional life.For one second, Anya was the exposed Handler, radiating absolute, paralyzing fury. She didn't deny the accusation. She simply stood, overturning the heavy mahogany chair with a deafening crash that silenced the terrified Board members. Her elegant business suit was instantly transformed into a lethal cage, designed for close-quarters combat.“You chose sentiment, Julian,” Anya hissed, her voice losing its fabricated, polished tone and dropping into the cold, clinical cadence of a Syndicate operative. “You should have died in the dark. Now you will die here, publicly, for choosing the whore who compromised herself for you.”Anya did not approach Julian. Her pri
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