"Prepare the family heirloom from the vault," Sean instructed, a dark, ruthless smile touching his reconstructed lips. "It is time I present my second wife with a gift she cannot refuse."
Gumay bowed his head slightly from the lower screen console, his expression unreadable in the dim light of the basement security room. "I will have the velvet case delivered to the master suite immediately, Mr. Vane."
Sean disconnected the transmission with a light press on his desk terminal. He stood up, adjusting his dark silk lapels as the cool air of the central spire circulated silently around him.
The morning sun had barely crested the glass towers of Neo-Veridia, casting sharp, elongated shadows across the polished marble floors. Every movement in the estate was being recorded, calculated, an
