KANE
"That's actually insane."
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Upstairs, far from the noise but not removed from it, McLauren watched.
His office sat above the arena like a throne overlooking a battlefield. Thick cigar smoke curled through the air, heavy and suffocating, blending with the dim glow of multiple surveillance screens.
Every angle.
Every movement.
Every moment.
His attention wasn't on the crowd.
Not fully.
It was on one person.
Kane Shawn.
And now...
The girl.
McLauren leaned back in his chair, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his eyes narrowing as Mona came into view on the screen.