The silence after Kaelen’s confession was absolute. The name of Zaire’s murdered target hung in the air, a final unvarnished truth replacing five years of careful lies. Seraphina realized the depth of the deception was rooted not in corporate espionage, but in blood and ultimate unforgivable betrayal.
“Kazimir,” Seraphina finally articulated, the name tasting foreign and heavy on her tongue. “The rogue financier Zaire and The Directorate were hunting. You executed him.”
Kaelen nodded, his gaze unwavering, acknowledging the full weight of the act. “Kazimir was a genius, running a hyper-stable, untraceable shadow economy that threatened to expose The Directorate’s entire global operational structure. He was Zaire’s brother, but he was als
