The black sedan glided through the city streets, its tinted windows blocking out the world outside. Inside, the air was cold and silent, save for the hum of the engine. Kayla sat pressed close to Liam, her hand tightly clutching his, her eyes fixed on The Auditor—Arthur Sterling—who sat across from them, his leather briefcase resting on his lap, his face impassive. They had no idea where they were going, but they knew it wasn’t to any corporate office or police station. The way The Auditor had looked at them, with a cold, calculating gaze, told them that this was something far more sinister.After what felt like an hour, the car turned off the main road and pulled into the driveway of a large, isolated mansion on the outskirts of the city. The house was modern and sleek, with floor-to-ceiling windows and a sprawling lawn, but it felt cold and empty, like a mausoleum. The car stopped, and The Auditor got out, opening the door for them.“Get out,” he said, his voice flat. “We have busin
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