The heavy oak door of the executive suite clicked open.
Edith unlocked it.
Two men stepped inside.
They didn’t look like hotel staff.
And they certainly didn’t belong inside the polished luxury of the Sovereign Grand.
Dark clothes. Blank expressions. Eyes completely empty.
The kind of men money hired when someone needed a problem erased quietly.
Edith stumbled backward, breathing hard.
One of the men crouched beside Theodore’s unconscious body.
“Is he fully out?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“For now,” Edith replied, her voice trembling. “The sedative’s strong… but don’t underestimate him. Men like him don’t break easily.”
The second man pulled on a pair of black gloves.
“We’ll handle it.”
Edith swallowed hard and forced herself to stay calm.
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