Alexander’s Point of View;
The night was thick with silence, save for the low hum of my car slicing through the dimly lit streets. Ivan sat beside me, fingers tapping idly against the dashboard. We had just left the warehouse where Alice had been held, and I had ensured she understood the terms of our agreement. Now, my focus had shifted back to business—where it belonged.
The underground warehouse wasn’t far. Hidden beneath an abandoned factory on the outskirts of town, it was one of my most valuable assets. Unlike the first warehouse, which was primarily used for storage and packaging, this one was built with absolute discretion in mind. No paper trails. No digital footprints. Just concrete, steel, and a carefully controlled network of people who knew better than to cross me.
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