The room was silent.Not calmcontrolled.Adrian Wolfe stood a few steps inside, the faint hallway light outlining his figure. Behind him, shadows moved. Not visible, but present.Waiting.Lucas felt it immediately.Numbers. Positioning. Risk.They were outmatched.But Amara?She didn’t even blink.“You have two options,” Adrian had said.Walk away.Or don’t.Simple.Clean.Deadly.Amara closed the laptop slowly.Not abruptly.Not defensively.Deliberately.As if the decision required no urgency.Adrian watched her closely.Measuring.Always measuring.“And if I walk away,” she said calmly, “what happens to everything I’ve already seen?”Adrian’s expression didn’t change.“You forget it.”Lucas almost scoffed.But he stayed quiet.Because this wasn’t his move.This was hers.Vanessa shifted slightly in her chair.She knew Adrian.And she knew something elseHe wasn’t bluffing.If Amara refused outright, this would end badly.Amara tilted her head slightly.As if considering.Then she
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