Midnight.
Matilda stepped out of the sleek black car, her heels clicking against the rain-slick pavement. The address on the card had led her to an old opera house, long abandoned to the city’s decay.
But tonight, it was alive.
Luxury cars lined the street, men in tailored suits and women in designer gowns stepping through the grand entrance as if they owned the world.
Maybe they did.
Nico stood beside her, adjusting his jacket. “This feels like a setup.”
Matilda smirked. “Of course it is.”
She walked forward without hesitation, slipping past security with the ease of someone who belonged. Inside, chandeliers cast golden light over a room filled with power.
Bankers. Politicians. Generals.
People who didn’t make the news—they controlled it.
At the center of it all stood the man fr
