The Midnight Protocol
The faint, rhythmic blinking of the blue data streams on the holographic monitors was the only light left in the upper penthouse suite. Outside, a light Parisian rain began to fall, slicking the cobblestone avenues below and turning the distant city lights into a blurred, shimmering mosaic. Inside, the midnight operational report had come and gone—completely ignored by the command center's primary shareholders. Elena sat back against the premium leather office chair, her breath still a bit uneven as she looked up into Alexander's sharp, carved features. Her tablet lay face down on the marble desk, its screen dark. "The project managers are going to assume we've gone completely off-grid, Alexander." Alexander stood over her, his massive frame radiating a cold, unyielding warmth that seem
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