Two days had passed since the raid.
With the chaos momentarily settled, Zenon found himself with a rare treasure in his new life—a day off.
He had spent the morning indulging in something he never had the luxury of back then: shopping. Real, genuine shopping. No fake smiles, no markets hidden beneath rubble, no blood-stained coins handed under tables.
Just clean bills, real stores, and the freedom to choose. A modest yet stylish collection of clothes filled his arms, handpicked from a high-end boutique in Bonifacio Global City.
His next stop had been to seal the purchase of a condominium unit in one of BGC’s sleekest towers—floor-to-ceiling windows, city lights, and silence.
Then came the car.
Not a sports car, not a beast of a machine—but a calm, elegant ride. Midnight black. Effi
