Evening descended on the Finnegan mansion, casting long shadows across the lavish dining room.
Tension hung in the air as Atlas presented his security assessment to the assembled family. The crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the table where Aaron sat at the head, his expression growing increasingly skeptical.
"These measures seem excessive," Aaron interrupted, gesturing at the blueprints spread before them. "Triple authentication for family quarters? Armed guards at every entrance?"
Atlas maintained his professional demeanour. "Given recent events, sir, I believe caution is warranted."
"Or perhaps overcompensating?" Mercer suggested, his voice smooth as silk. He stood beside Aaron, arms folded across his chest. "Sometimes elaborate security creates more vulnerabilities than it
