Serena’s POV
The penthouse stands as a fortress of unyielding focus, the late afternoon light filtering through the towering windows, casting a warm, amber glow across the hardwood floor strewn with event security blueprints, Paul Decker’s personnel file, Elena Ruiz’s latest threats, and the twins’ detailed launch itinerary sent from Clara’s home. The air carries a faint hint of jasmine from my perfume, a lingering echo of the closeness with Adrian during our recent safehouse victory, though today’s urgency shifts to the imminent foundation launch and the mole’s betrayal threatening its success. I stand by the dining table, my burgundy coat swapped for a strategic black blazer and slacks, my hair tied back in a tight ponytail, my fingers tracing the edge of a intercepted email—Decker’s co
