The city’s heartbeat seemed slower that night, a muted hum of traffic and distant sirens against the backdrop of the Morrison Tower. The penthouse lights flickered softly, illuminating Damien’s tense figure as he stared at the skyline, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. Isabella stood a few feet away, her nerves on edge. They were still shocked, with the way Claire vanished. There's some meaning behind her disappearance.
“She’s gone, Damien,” she said, breaking the silence. “What does that even mean?”
Damien turned to face her, his expression a mask of control barely concealing the storm within. “It means Claire isn’t acting on impulse anymore. This is calculated. She’s gone underground because she’s waiting for the right moment to strike, and that is definitely not good for us".
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