"Sir, we have a catastrophic breach in the garage surveillance grid," Gumay reported, his eyes fixed on the blinking blue light. "Someone just watched me dispose of the body from an external node."
The harsh morning light cut through the high glass ceiling of the Breakfast Pavilion, casting long, sharp shadows across the polished marble floor.
Sia sat at the end of the long glass dining table, her fingers wrapped around a cup of black coffee that had already gone completely cold.
Across from her sat Elena, her second wife, looking surprisingly radiant in a sweeping gown of cream silk, though her eyes were raw and rimmed with red.
Sean occupied the head of the table, his tall frame clad in a tailored charcoal suit, his dark eyes scanning a glowing transparent tablet with absolute s
