Celeste sat in front of the mirror in the penthouse, applying a subtle touch of lipstick while her mind worked through the looming storm ahead. She could feel it the tension building, the air charged with the weight of an impending battle.
Her phone buzzed. A message from Mia.
Mia: It worked. They took the bait.
Celeste’s pulse quickened. She tapped out a response.
Celeste: What’s happening?
Mia: A man contacted me. Not Calloway directly, but one of his men. He wants to meet. He says he has “an offer I can’t refuse."
Celeste read the message aloud to Damien, who stood by the window, his phone in hand as he monitored encrypted channels with Nolan’s team.
Damien smirked. “They’re desperate. They think you’ve got a billion-dollar project lined up, and they’re scrambling to find a way t
