Serena’s POV
The penthouse is a fortress of unwavering focus, the early evening light softening through the windows, casting a warm glow across the hardwood floor strewn with event security plans, Carlos Vega’s smuggler profile, and the twins’ invitation to the foundation launch. The air carries a faint hint of jasmine from my perfume, a lingering echo of the closeness with Adrian during our recent border pursuit, though today’s urgency shifts to the impending sabotage threat from Elena Ruiz. I stand by the dining table, my navy jacket exchanged for a resilient burgundy coat, my hair tied back in a practical ponytail, my fingers tracing the edge of a sabotage blueprint—Ruiz’s plan to disrupt our launch with a staged medical crisis. The foundation for Emily’s memory, now a public triumph w
