The gates opened—slow, deliberate, gold-plated iron sliding apart.Elena drove through without hesitation.The driveway curved beneath a canopy of interlocked oaks. Ancient. Conspiring. At the final bend, the house emerged—three stories of pale limestone, tall windows lined up like frozen eyes, and doors thick enough to swallow a scream whole.A man in black directed her to park. His stillness was too practiced for a security guard. His eyes never stopped moving.The front door opened before she touched it.“Miss Lafayette.” A silver-haired woman in a suit stiff as her expression. “I’m Mrs. Albright, head of staff. Mr. Lorenzo is waiting in the reading room.”Elena nodded once. Stepped inside.The interior was a cathedral built for power. Vaulted ceilings, frescoes too authentic to be replicas, marble floors polished to a mirror. Elena’s heels clicked against her own reflection as she followed Mrs. Albright down the eastern corridor.Paintings lined every wall—Modigliani, Canaletto, P
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