The air in Julian’s penthouse was thick with tension. The dim light from the towering windows cast long shadows across the room. Julian stood motionless, a predator in the moments before the strike. The documents on the desk before him weren’t just evidence—they were weapons. Weapons he intended to wield with precision.
The sound of heels clicking against marble broke the silence. Eva entered first, her usual composure cracking under the weight of the atmosphere. She wore a black dress that once symbolized elegance but now felt like armor.
“Julian,” she began cautiously, “you said this was urgent.”
Before she could take another step, Ethan arrived, his entrance more forceful. He carried the air of someone accustomed to control, but his confidence flickered the moment he caught sight of
