The assassins moved quietly into the empty building beside the Grayson Group headquarters. It was a tall, unfinished structure, its dark windows giving a clear view of the event hall entrance.
Inside, everything was done with precision.
One man opened a long rifle case. Another carefully fixed the barrel into place. A third adjusted the tripod near a broken window. Bullets were loaded, scopes aligned, and a small radio gave off soft static.
“Target will move in ten minutes,” one of them said in a low voice.
“Understood,” another replied. “The moment he steps onto the center stage, we take the shot.”
Below them, the gala continued without a hint of danger.
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Inside the Hall
From where I sat, the entire hall was alive with energy.
Golden lights reflected off the polished marble fl
