Episode 2: Close Call
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The squeal of tires sliced through the heavy evening air as the hostile sedan lunged across the asphalt, trying to force the Maybach into a brutal collision. In the backseat, Christian’s tablet flew from his grip, his eyes flashing with sudden, cold anger as the violent jolt threw him against the leather seat. "What the hell is going on?" he demanded, his voice dropping into a dangerous, icy growl.
Cleopatra didn’t waste breath answering. With a stone-cold expression, she slammed her foot onto the accelerator, the powerful engine roaring to life. Her hands moved with lethal, military precision, spinning the steering wheel to execute a flawless tactical maneuver that sent the heavy, armored vehicle swerving around the obstacle with inches to spare.
Through the side mirror, she caught the flash of metal. A masked passenger was leaning out of the rival car's window, leveling a weapon directly at them.
Mafia muscle, she noted calmly, her heart rate remaining perfectly steady. Amateurs.
"Get down, Mr. Vance," Cleopatra ordered calmly, her voice entirely devoid of panic as the first round of gunfire shattered the quiet evening atmosphere, pinging harmlessly against the reinforced, bulletproof glass.
Behind her, Christian ducked, his jaw clenched in absolute fury. He was a man used to controlling entire industries, yet here he was, trapped in a cage, entirely dependent on a woman he barely looked at.
Cleopatra shifted gears, effortlessly weaving through a narrow alleyway to lose their tail in the maze of the metropolis. She was saving his life—but in her mind, she was already outlining Chapter 43.
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