The air around me was thick with tension, my mind a whirlwind of frustration and anger. I hadn’t heard from Grace in days, and every passing hour felt like a ticking bomb waiting to explode. I stood in the warehouse’s main office, staring at a map pinned on the wall, marking the different districts. My phone buzzed on the desk next to me, but I ignored it, my eyes fixated on the lines that divided the city. Each district was a different battleground, a puzzle piece I was trying to assemble, but Marshall had slipped through my fingers too many times now.
“Boss,” Luca’s voice broke through my thoughts, and I turned to face him. He looked grim, more so than usual. Something was wrong.
“What is it?” I asked, though I could already sense it wasn’t good news.
He hesitated for a second, runnin
