A woman from Adrian's yesterday
The late-night calm of the penthouse had a particular sound to it—an almost imperceptible hum created by distant traffic, the quiet breath of the building’s climate system, and the faint electrical life running through walls that housed wealth and power. Adrian Cross usually found comfort in that sound. It reminded him that everything was under control. Every system monitored. Every variable accounted for.
Tonight, that illusion shattered.
The sharp ring of the business phone cut through the silence like a blade, its sound far too loud for the hour. Adrian stiffened at his desk, fingers hovering over a financial report he hadn’t truly been reading. His instincts flared instantly. Over the past week, calm had become suspicious. After everything that had h
