## Chapter 14
As night descended on the Finnegan mansion, a collective sense of unease permeated the air despite the crisis having seemingly passed.
The Eastern Holdings representatives had retreated to their hotel, security patrols had doubled around the perimeter, and the broken windows in the conference room had already been replaced with bulletproof glass.
In his temporary quarters, Atlas carefully removed the fake blood and dirt, methodically cleansing away his fabricated heroism. The bathroom mirror reflected back James Reed's face, but behind those artificial features, Atlas Prime's satisfaction burned like a quiet flame.
Across the mansion, Aaron paced in his private study, with a tumbler of whiskey in his hand, his mind replaying the day's events on an endless loop. The deal
