~ Lucien ~
"The bait is set, then?" Elias asked, his voice cutting through the heavy silence of the penthouse office.
I didn't look up from the monitor. On the screen, a small red dot pulsed steadily—a GPS signal from a burner phone currently sitting in the pocket of a discarded jacket at the Vale Foundation’s satellite office. "It’s exactly where it needs to be," I replied. My voice was as cold as the glass-walled room surrounding us. "Adrian’s lead security detail, Miller, does a sweep every Tuesday at four. He’s predictable. He’ll find it, he’ll crack the simple four-digit passcode, and he’ll think he’s found the holy grail of leverage."
Elias paced the length of the room, his footsteps muffled by the thick Persian rug. He stopped at the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out over the
