What's the plan?" Finlay's voice cut through the tense silence, the low hum of alarms still echoing faintly in the background.
"We don't have a plan yet," I snapped, clutching the letter in my hand. "But we're not walking away. Not now."
Madison's voice crackled through the comms. "Luciana, you read what he said. He's threatening Mateo. This isn't just about you anymore.
"It's always been about more than me," I shot back, but forced my legs to move. My boots hit the polished floor with determination. "And that's why we're going to finish this. Together."
"You sure he's even still here?" Finlay asked, his eyes darting toward the empty halls. "If he's bluffing, he's buying time."
"Oh, he's here," I said. "The Broker doesn't run. He waits. He'll want to see the mess he's made."
"That's
