Kai Lennox sat behind the sleek ebony desk in his private study on the upper floors of the tower, the morning light slicing across the room like a blade. The security report lay open on his tablet—timestamped logs, elevator footage stills, and thermal imaging summaries. *Extended visitor presence. Malik Laurent. Four meetings this week. Last session: 47 minutes with clothing anomaly detected at minute 32.*
His jaw clenched so tightly it ached. The still image showed Malik leaving, expression strained, while Elara remained inside. Alone.
The dream from nights earlier resurfaced with vicious clarity—Victor thrusting into Elara, her moans of pleasure, the gun pressed to his father’s forehead. Now another man’s name burned in his mind. Malik Laurent. The luxury diamond heir. Charismatic. Sin
