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William suggested. “But they usually check our packages, the surprise will be ruined if it will be reported to Salvy.” she reasoned while tapping her chin. “I got it, Address the shipment to Andrei. Andrei has some weird kinks and ordering a lingerie will not look that weird on him.” She shouted and clapped her hands.

Zurich. The Fortress of Anonymity. The website went live at 3:00 AM New York time. Isabella Voss sat in the blue glow of her server room, watching the traffic spike. She had named the storefront UrbanSoul. Generic. Trendy. Disposable. The inventory was vast. Tote bags printed with The Empty Chair. Phone cases featuring the jagged scar of The Fortress. Shower curtains splashed with the violent blue of The River. Isabella clicked on a listing for a coffee mug. $12.99. Free shipping.

A titter of amusement. “Let’s begin.” The first lots are vile in a very specific, very rich way. Blackmail photos. Patents. A mistress’s NDA. A trafficking route disguised as “logistics solutions.” Each gavel strike is a small execution. “Focus,” Cass breathes in her ear. “Lot Seventeen is queued. In, out, no hero shit.” Ava’s gaze flicks to the corner of her HUD. A small icon pulses: 17. Her throat is dry.