The West Wing Secret
The metallic scent of gunpowder faded slowly into the chill of the rainy morning, replaced by the crisp, haunting aroma of fresh pine and damp earth.
By mid-afternoon, the grand foyer of the Vance Estate showed no trace of the morning’s bloodshed. The broken marble had been replaced, the smoke cleared, and the blood wiped away by Ethan’s silent, efficient enforcers. To the outside world, the Rossi Syndicate had simply suffered a tragic internal collapse. But inside these grand gothic walls, the balance of power had shifted forever.
Elena stood by the tall arched window of the library on the second floor. She was dressed in a dark crimson silk blouse with tailored black trousers, her golden-dark waves pinned back with effortless grace. A steaming porcelain cup of bla
