Three Days Later – Geneva
The safe house was a picture of stillness. The only sound was the rhythmic tapping of Rose’s fingers against the table, each strike echoing through the otherwise silent room. Her eyes remained glued to the large screen, where red markers blinked across the digital map. Each marker represented something: Lorenzo’s drug ports, Matteo’s weapon routes—everything they’d been hiding, now exposed, under the spotlight of her meticulous planning.
The air was heavy with tension, the quiet before the storm. The walls of the room seemed to press in on her, but she didn’t mind. She thrived in the pressure. She thrived in the chaos. It made everything sharper, clearer.
Anna stepped into the room, her dark green coat trailing behind her, her hair neatly pinned in an elegant t
