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Every thought hit a dead end before it could become real. I pressed my back harder against the cold wall, forcing myself to breathe slowly. The air smelled stale, heavy with fear and sweat. Time passed slowly, dragging itself forward. Then the door slammed open. “Wakey, wakey, my lovelies!” a man’s voice rang out, loud and mocking. “Big day today.” The girls jerked awake instantly, panic flashing across their faces. “It’s time to show off those pretty faces,” he continued, grinning cruelly. “You’re going to make us a lot of money tonight.”

Kendrick and Noelle were probably mid-transit or just touching down. I found Kendrick Beckham’s name in my contacts. My thumb hovered over the call button for a heartbeat. Don’t be too late. Please, don't tell me they gave that London desk to some Ivy League shark already. I pressed dial. Ring... Ring... I paced the length of my living room, the floor-to-ceiling windows reflecting a man who looked half-crazed and entirely determined. My palms were damp. My chest felt tight, like a spring wound too far. Click.

Lily babbled. The officer chuckled. Alex, however, exhaled slowly through his nose. “You’re representing Knight Enterprises,” he said under his breath. “Not auditioning for a comedy club.” _____________ Outside, London stretched before them—historic stone buildings beside sleek glass towers, red double-decker buses weaving through traffic. Lily pressed her nose to the taxi window, whispering, “It’s like Harry Potter meets James Bond.” “Focus,” Alex said, already scanning his phone. She twisted in her seat to face him. “Do you ever… I don’t know… look up? Enjoy the city you’re in?”

CHAPTER NINE POV: Damian Cross It’s strange how silence can feel heavier than noise. The house is still, except for the faint hum of the city beyond the glass walls. London is alive out there: restless, pulsing, untamed, but in here, the air feels stagnant, like it’s holding its breath with me. Lydia’s laughter used to fill this space; tonight, it’s gone.