Chapter 38 The Architect of Control

Chapter 38: 38 The Architect of Control

The cityscape beyond my window was a sprawling circuit board of light, each point a potential connection or a dead end. I had spent the morning mapping out the Cayman lead, my mind sharp, focused, every detail of the financial web Charles had woven laid out in a new document on my laptop. The revenge was taking shape, becoming a tangible plan instead of a burning desire. It felt clean. It felt right.

A soft knock echoed through the door, a sound so out of place in the controlled silence of my rooms that it instantly set me on edge. I closed the laptop, the click of the lid final and sharp.

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