GORBACHEV ENTERPRISE
Aiden sat in his office, his chair facing the expansive windows that overlooked the bustling city below. The sleek, modern design of his workspace was reflected in the glass that separated his office from April's. Though they both had their own spaces, the clear partition allowed them to see each other, a silent reminder of their connection even during the busiest moments of the day.
On this particular morning, Aiden's face was a mask of tension as he listened intently to the voice on the other end of his call. His informant's words confirmed his suspicions about the necklace's origins and the potential involvement of the *Nosce Hostem* factions in Europe and Italy.
"Divide the men into two groups," Aiden ordered, his voice low and commanding. "One group goe
