~ Lucien ~
“He’s making a move toward the botanical gardens, sir,” Marcus’s voice crackled through the intercom, sounding as dry and professional as ever. “He’s keeping a three-car gap, just like we trained him to. He thinks he’s invisible.”
I leaned back in my chair, the leather creaking softly under my weight. In the dim light of my office, the glow from my three monitors cast sharp, blue-tinged shadows against the mahogany walls. It was three in the morning—the hour when the world belonged to predators and ghosts. I had spent years in this room dismantling empires, but now, the stakes felt heavier than any corporate takeover.
“Let him think that,” I replied, my eyes fixed on the center screen. “The Ghost is good, but he’s predictable. He follows the manual. He doesn’t realize I wrote
