The second week at the fortress brought a different kind of tension.
The physical training continued until my muscles screamed, and my bruises had bruises, but Ryker started introducing a new element to my "education": politics.
He moved me from the training floor to the "War Room," a glass-walled office filled with monitors displaying global shipping routes, bank ledgers, and live satellite feeds. This was the heart of the Vizzini empire, and for some reason, Ryker wanted me to see the veins.
"The Moretti legacy isn't just a name, Ophelia," Ryker said, tapping a pen against a digital map of the Mediterranean. "It’s a series of 'Ghost Ports.' These are private docks that don't appear on any official manifest.
They are the primary routes for the Vizzini supply chain. Without them,
