The grand entrance of the Royal Mansour Hotel in Marrakech sparkled under the warm Moroccan night sky, but inside the high-floor executive suite, the atmosphere was quiet, serious, and calculated.Serena unbuttoned her travel blazer and tossed it onto the sofa. She immediately opened her leather laptop case, pulling out maps of the city's commercial district and the official registration documents for the Vance International Warehouse Network."The main facility is located just outside the central trade hub," Serena said, looking up as Michael poured two glasses of cold water from the minibar. "It's heavily guarded by private security personnel who have been on Ashley Vance's payroll for over ten years."Michael walked over, handed her a glass, and sat down on the edge of the large wooden desk. He stared out the wide glass window overlooking the palm trees and glowing streetlights below."Tomorrow morning, we walk straight through their front gate," Michael said, his voice flat and ab