Separated by Carlos's security forces, Alex found himself confined to his childhood bedroom—a space designed with calculated precision that now felt like a museum exhibit of a life he'd never truly lived. The implant beneath his skin pulsed with rhythmic certainty, maintaining the connection with Sonia despite physical distance.
Through that connection, he sensed her—analytical mind processing their circumstances, emotional currents running deeper beneath strategic calculations. The synchronization they'd achieved went beyond Geneva's technological design, evolving into something neither Rodriguez algorithms nor corporate strategy had anticipated.
Trust.
He moved to the window overlooking Monaco's harbor, watching lights shimmer across water that had witnessed generations of Rodrigue
