The Final Exposure
The courier’s knock shattered the brittle calm that had settled over the penthouse since dawn. Elena’s gaze flicked to the door without flinching; Julian’s body tensed across the cold glass breakfast table. They both knew the sound—sharp, deliberate, uninvited. Julian rose, a silent sentinel, as the courier handed over a sealed envelope stamped with Marcus Nakamura’s unmistakable sigil. The wax was fresh, cracked with intention.
Elena’s eyes narrowed, the steel of the penthouse reflecting in the glossy surface like a shard of threat. “You never do anything halfway, do you?” Her voice was low, steady as she broke the seal. Inside, a single sheet bore Marcus’s precise font: a veiled warning that this was no longer corporate chess—it was a personal hunt.
Julian’s gaze didn’t waver. “He’s crossed a line. This changes everything.”
Elena folded the lett
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