The air in Julian’s office was tense, crackling with the weight of revelation. The room smelled faintly of coffee and burnt ambition, a scent that clung to every surface as Julian stared at his screen. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the keyboard, decrypting file after file with precision, while the shadows danced eerily against the walls.
Sophia leaned against the desk, her sharp gaze fixed on the screen. “You’re not ready for this,” she murmured, breaking the silence.
Julian’s head tilted slightly, his lips twitching into a sardonic smile. “Try me.”
She pointed at a name that glowed ominously on the screen. “Gregory Harlow. Dominion Dynamics.”
Julian’s brow furrowed as he leaned closer, his voice dropping into a harsh whisper. “He’s the lynchpin.”
“Worse,” Sophia interjected, her
