The heavy mahogany desk in my private monitoring room was buried under layers of internal personnel files, biometric access histories, and the handwritten security schedules`. I sat perfectly still, my arms crossed over my chest, my dark eyes fixed entirely on the man standing across the room. Nathaniel stood at perfect military attention, his jaw tightly set, his black tactical uniform immaculate. He didn't look at the files on my desk, and he didn't look at the live security feeds rotating behind my head. He looked like an iron statue, a perfect instrument of the Valak empire but the raw, bleeding exhaustion behind his eyes told a completely different story. "You've reviewed the technical data from the northern border wiretap, Nathaniel?" I asked, my voice completely level. "I have, Uncle," Nathaniel responded, his delivery professional, and completely deadpan. I stood up slowly, my massive frame casting a long, intimidating shadow over the glass table. I stepp
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