The elevator plunged deeper than any standard banking floor should exist, the digital indicator bypassing the conventional basement levels before stopping at "S-3"—a designation Alex had never encountered in any of Rodriguez Holdings' Swiss operations.
"Security sublevel three," Franco explained, noting Alex's focus on the display. "Officially, it doesn't exist."
"Like you," Sonia murmured, the hurt in her voice partially masked by determination.
Alex's phone vibrated again in his pocket—James attempting follow-up contact. The warning echoed in his mind: TRUST NO ONE. Yet here he stood, surrounded by resurrected ghosts and unverified claims, with only his instincts and Sonia's presence as constants.
"Aram will remain here to secure our exit," Eliana instructed as the doors slid ope
