Annakel
The building goes into quiet lockdown the moment the curtain closes.
Not a public evacuation. Not a dramatic announcement. Just doors that stop opening, elevators that stop responding to unfamiliar badges, security teams moving into place like the tower is a living thing tightening its muscles.
Jonah grabs Annakel’s elbow and steers her down a side corridor. “No phones,” he says quickly. “Not yours, not mine. We assume compromised.”
Annakel’s throat tightens. “My father—”
“I know,” Jonah says, voice grim. “We’re getting him.”
Nadia follows close behind, face pale, eyes bright with shock. She looks like she’s walking through a nightmare she can’t wake from.
Alexander walks beside Annakel, silent. His calm feels unnatural, like ice covering fire.
Viktor meets them at a secure
