"Zhea steps out from the shadows, noticing the dead, chilling look in Rafael's eyes and offering her complete assistance in the upcoming bloodbath."
Rafael turned slowly from his mahogany desk, his silver eyes meeting Zhea's unwavering gaze in the dim light of the private study.
"The bloodbath will not be chaotic, Zhea," Rafael said, his voice dropping into a low, terrifyingly calm register that hummed in the quiet air. "It will be precise, calculated, and executed from the highest financial towers of this city."
"Chaos is loud, but liquidation is silent," Zhea replied, stepping closer until she stood right beside his shoulder, her fingers brushing the fabric of his sleeve. "Where do we strike first?"
"The Central Bank Executive Lounge," Rafael answered smoothly, resting his hand
