The penthouse was exactly as Elara remembered it: cold, minimalist, and smelling of overpriced lilies. Julian stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass, the city lights reflecting in his eyes like a conquered kingdom.Sienna stepped behind Elara, the muzzle of her submachine gun a cold weight against Elara’s shoulder blade. "Target delivered, Julian. Do I get my Level 10 bonus now?"Julian didn't turn around. "In a moment, Sienna. I want to savor the view." He gestured with his wine glass toward the window. "Look at them, Elara. Forty-three candidates left. They’re tearing through the district you designed, bleeding for a prize that doesn't exist. It’s poetic, isn't it? You provided the cage; I provided the bait."Elara’s hand gripped the black phone in her pocket. Her knuckles were white. "You’re a monster, Julian. You’re not an 'investor.' You’re a slaver."Julian finally turned, a thin, patronizing smile on his face. "In this world, Elara, there are those who build the walls and those wh
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