The first rays of dawn pierced through the blinds of Damon's mansion, casting long, distorted shadows across the room. He lay motionless in bed, staring at the ceiling, the events of the previous day replaying in his mind like a broken record. The shareholders' meeting, Colt's smug grin, the flashing cameras, the crushing weight of defeat.He hadn't slept, hadn't eaten, hadn't even bothered to change out of the suit he'd worn to the meeting. The loss of Yorkers City Bank was more than just a financial blow; it was a personal one. It was a symbol of his hard work, his dedication, his very identity. And now, it was gone.A knock on the door startled him. He ignored it, hoping whoever it was would go away. But the knocking persisted, growing louder, more insistent."Damon, I know you're in there," Aria's voice called out. "Open the door."He groaned, pulling the covers over his head. "Go away, Aria. I'm not in the mood.""Too bad," she said, her voice muffled through the door. "I'm comin

The clock on the wall ticked with a relentless rhythm, each second a reminder of the time slipping away. Damon stood before a whiteboard covered in photos, names, and lines connecting them all in a chaotic web. Clearance Colt was at the center, his face a constant source of anger."Okay, let's run through it again," Damon said, his voice tight. "Felix, what's the status on Colt's accounts?"Felix, hunched over a laptop, looked up, his face etched with fatigue. "He's moving money like crazy, Damon. Offshore accounts, shell corporations, you name it. He's definitely preparing to disappear.""Where's it all going?" Aria asked, leaning against the wall, her arms crossed."That's the tricky part," Felix said, shaking his head. "He's covering his tracks well. But I've managed to trace a significant amount to a private airfield outside the city. Small operation, mostly used for private jets."Damon's eyes narrowed. "That's our exit point. He's planning to flee the country."A knock on the do

The warehouse was a cavernous space, filled with the stench of stale beer, cigarette smoke, and something else… something metallic and vaguely unsettling. Jin followed the gruff man through a maze of crates and shadowy figures, his senses on high alert. Every glance, every whisper felt like a potential threat."Easy, kid," the man grunted, noticing Jin's unease. "Just keep your mouth shut and do what you're told."Jin nodded, forcing a casual shrug. "Just taking it all in."They stopped before a heavy steel door, guarded by two hulking figures with vacant eyes. The man knocked twice, then once more, a specific rhythm. The door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit office."The Maestro will see you now," one of the guards said, his voice devoid of emotion.Jin stepped inside, his heart pounding. The office was sparsely furnished, dominated by a large desk made of dark wood. Behind it sat a man in a tailored suit, his face obscured by the shadows."So, you're the new recruit," the Maestro

The warehouse loomed in the pre-dawn darkness, a hulking silhouette against the faint glow of the city skyline. Rain lashed down, blurring the edges of the building and turning the ground into a muddy swamp. Damon, Felix, and Samuel huddled behind their vehicle, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife."Alright, let's go over the plan one more time," Samuel said, his voice calm and steady, despite the chaos swirling around them. "Felix, you're with me. We'll take the front entrance, create a diversion.""And draw all the fire," Felix muttered, adjusting his grip on his weapon."Damon, you and Jin will come in from the back," Samuel continued. "Use the element of surprise. Take down the Maestro.""What about the cops?" Damon asked, glancing at Samuel. "We called them, but who knows when they'll get here.""They'll be here," Samuel said, his voice reassuring. "Just focus on the mission. Get the Maestro, secure the money, and get out."Damon nodded, his jaw tight. He knew this was a

The rain outside Damon's Mansion window mirrored the storm raging inside him. He sat slumped on the worn couch, the weight of the revelation crushing him. The "Ten Thieves," not just responsible for the destruction of his company, but for Aria's and Samuel's mother's death. It felt like a punch to the gut, a betrayal so profound it stole his breath."I… I don't understand," Aria whispered, her voice trembling. She sat beside him, her hand clutching his. "Why her? What did she ever do to them?"Damon shook his head, his mind reeling. "I don't know, Aria. But I swear, I'll find out. And they'll pay. They all will."Felix, standing by the window, his face grim, turned. "We will, Damon. We'll make them regret ever crossing us."The silence that followed was heavy, punctuated only by the relentless drumming of the rain. Damon felt a surge of anger, but beneath it, a deep fear gnawed at him. The "Ten Thieves" were powerful, influential, and seemingly untouchable. How could he, a man strippe