Chapter 10

Marcus Sterling tapped a key on his laptop, linked to the boardroom's audio system.

"This audio was recorded yesterday afternoon," Sterling announced to the room, his voice clinical and devastating.

The speakers crackled to life again. This time, there was no wind. Just the clear, cr

Chapter 11

The video was uploaded to every major social media platform at precisely 8:00 AM on a Tuesday.

It wasn't flashy. There was no dramatic music, no clever editing. It was simply a locked-off camera angle of a grand piano sitting in the living room of a modest cabin.

Harper Quinn walked

Chapter 12

The Thorne mansion had always been vast, but tonight, it felt like a tomb.

Silas Thorne sat in the cavernous expanse of his dark, mahogany-paneled study, staring blankly at the wall-mounted television screen. The volume was muted, but the scrolling ticker at the bottom of the news broa