Gabriel
The city looked like a chessboard from the top floor of the Marchetti Enterprises tower. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the tiny cars moving through the streets. I held a glass of whiskey, though I barely tasted it. My mind was miles away, focused on a stubborn reporter with dark hair and a dangerous habit of asking the wrong questions.
Behind me, the heavy oak doors of my office opened.
Luca, my second-in-command and oldest friend, walked in holding a tablet. He didn't bother knocking. He dropped the device onto my desk with a loud clatter.
"We have a problem," Luca said, his voice flat. "Your little pet project just found a master key."
I turned away from the window, taking a slow sip of my drink. "Explain."
"Our cyber team has had Azeelia Cole’s ap
