The Walton penthouse towered over the glittering city like a polished monument to hypocrisy, wealth, and carefully curated illusions, yet inside its mirrored walls the tension simmered so violently that the luxury décor could not mask the stench of impending collapse. Daniella stormed into the central lounge with the fury of a cornered predator, her heels clicking sharply across the marble floor as she ripped off her coat and threw it onto the sofa.The skyline behind her reflected off the tall windows, casting distorted versions of her expression—fear, anger, desperation—all swirling into a single volatile cocktail. Hans followed a few seconds later, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the framed art on the walls, his face red, his breath ragged, his suit disheveled in a way that revealed just how completely Finn had humiliated him. He had been escorted out of the boardroom like a criminal, and now the poison inside him had found its first target: Daniella.“How could you let thi

The storm rolling through the city was nothing compared to the storm brewing inside Callahan Tower as Finn stepped into the executive command hub—a secure room lined with interactive system panels, reinforced glass screens, biometric gates, and the cold hum of servers that fed the company’s entire computational infrastructure.The room smelled faintly of steel and ozone, tinged with the pressure of something shifting beneath the surface of the corporation’s seemingly polished order. The elevator doors slid shut behind Finn, sealing him inside the domain where every decision carried weight measured in millions of dollars and thousands of livelihoods.Nadia and Henry followed him in, both of them appearing sharper and colder than usual, shadows slipping beneath their eyes from lack of sleep and the relentless pace of their investigation. The moment they entered, a dozen analysts and system technicians straightened, eyes flicking nervously toward Finn as though bracing for battle; news o

The elevator doors slid open with a harsh metallic shudder that echoed through the dimly lit sub-level corridor, and Finn stepped out like a force of nature barely contained inside human skin, his aura rippling with a dangerous volatility that made even the reinforced walls hum with uneasy resonance.The entire floor vibrated faintly beneath his boots, a tremor born not from machinery or system malfunction but from the sheer intensity of his emotional surge—rage, fear, desperation, and something even darker twisting together in a storm he no longer bothered to restrain.Nadia and Henry hurried after him, struggling to keep up as he strode down the narrow hallway toward the private tactical room reserved for company security operations, each step radiating a sharper tension than the last. The moment Finn burst through the door, the guards inside snapped to attention instinctively, sensing that something catastrophic had changed; the air thickened with a pressure so heavy it felt like a

The moment Rowan’s revelation shattered the warehouse’s fragile silence, Finn felt the world tilt beneath him so violently that for a few seconds he couldn’t hear anything but the furious pounding of his own heartbeat crashing like a drum inside his ears. The air grew thick, heavy, suffocating, as if every molecule in the room recoiled from the truth Rowan had unleashed, a truth Finn was not ready to carry yet one he could no longer deny.Nadia stared at Rowan with eyes wide in disbelief, while Henry froze mid-movement, his hand hovering over a stack of encryption tools, jaw tightening with a dawning horror that mirrored Finn’s own. Rowan didn’t move or blink; he simply watched Finn with that unsettling mixture of pity and reluctant inevitability, as though he had been waiting months, maybe years, for this moment—and dreaded it the entire time.Finn took a slow step back, breathing sharp and uneven. “You’re lying,” he whispered, though even he could hear the break in his voice. Rowan

Sheets of rain slammed against the panoramic glass walls, turning the world outside into a distorted blur of neon colors and angry crowds; the roar of protest chants rose and fell like waves against the tower’s foundation. Finn ignored all of it, pacing in front of the polished table with the kind of taut, electrified energy that made even breathing feel like a disruption.A hidden compartment lay open before him—an old mechanical vault Ruth had sealed into the conference suite decades ago, one that didn’t respond to system commands or biometric scans, only to a sequence known exclusively by her and, apparently, preserved in fragments of notes Audrey had managed to decrypt before being kidnapped.Now, the vault stood unlocked, its ancient hinges creaking as if angry at being disturbed, and inside it rested a weathered folder bound with a red ribbon—handwritten, fragile, weighty in a way that felt nothing short of prophetic.Nadia stood at Finn’s side, calm but tense, watching the risi