Wind howled through the broken high-rise windows. Jack stood in the wreckage, the sharp sting of adrenaline still fresh in his chest. Blood—his, Vincent’s, the assassins'—stained the marble floor like abstract art. But the chaos was just beginning.
Sarah’s voice cut through the silence. “We need to move.”
Jack didn’t respond right away. His eyes were fixed on the shattered window where Vincent had vanished. Then, slowly, he turned, nodding. “Yeah. We’ve still got a war to win.”
Two days later…
News anchors whispered scandals with polite urgency.
Thompson Group under siege.
Rumors swirl of an internal coup.
Stock prices plummet after unexpected trades shake Brooks Industries’ ownership.
Inside Sarah’s downtown office, the tension was suffocating.
“You’re telling me Ryan’s father is
