Chapter 8

The basement server room of the Vance estate was a sanctuary of chilled air, blinking blue LEDs, and the steady, hypnotic hum of cutting-edge processing power. Julian had insisted on installing it two years ago, claiming a CEO of his stature needed an off-site, military-grade secure envir

Chapter 9

The house was completely silent by 1:00 AM.

Clara sat in her darkened home office on the second floor, the only illumination coming from the soft, clinical glow of her laptop screen. Down the hall, in the master bedroom, Julian was dead to the world, knocked out by a combination of his

Chapter 10

Clara slipped into the guest room, closing the door until only a millimeter-thin crack remained. The house was enveloped in a suffocating silence, but the air felt charged, vibrating with the catastrophic energy of a detonated bomb.

She walked over to the small writing desk by the wind