"Back to the penthouse," Rafael replied softly, resting his hand against the pocket containing the mayor's classified dossier. "It is time to prepare our next move."
Jax nodded quickly from the front driver seat, engaging the transmission as the heavy black carriage glided away from the warehouse district.
The vehicle accelerated smoothly into the damp, rain-swept avenues, carrying them back toward the towering corporate spires of Sector 1.
Rafael stared out through the tinted glass, watching the neon lights blur into streaks of crimson and gold across the wet pavement.
"The dossier gives us direct administrative leverage over the mayor's primary funding sources," Lyra noted, keeping her hands neatly folded in her lap.
"Leverage is only effective when applied with absolute preci
