the obsidian proxy
I took a deep, silent breath, the air filling my lungs but doing nothing to warm the emptiness inside.
“Understood, Director.”
I turned, the file clutched in my hand. I walked out of the cold, silent office, leaving the city lights twinkling below. In three days, Elias Vance would be born, ready to walk into the life of Julian Thorne and tear it apart, brick by careful brick. The mission was all that mattered. Anything else—any crack in the armor, any momentary lapse of discipline—was unacceptable. I was Obsidian Proxy, and the destruction of Thorne Corp was now a foregone conclusion. The only variable was the emotional damage required to achieve it.