Julian stood in the dimly lit war room of Blackwood Enterprises, his fingers drumming against the polished conference table. The air was thick with tension, the scent of coffee and urgency filling the space.
Cecile paced near the window, phone pressed to her ear as she rattled off orders to their security team. Emily sat across from Julian, her hands curled around a mug of tea, though she hadn’t taken a sip.
Victor’s words echoed in her mind.
"Isadora isn’t working alone. And let’s just say—she’s got resources even you won’t see coming."
Julian exhaled sharply. “We need to know what we’re up against.”
Cecile ended her call with a sharp nod. “I traced Victor’s movements after he left the hotel. He met with someone. A woman. Older, well-dressed, looked like money.”
Emily stiffened. “Do
