Chapter 99
Time is Critical
The drive to Metro City passed in a blur.
Neon lights streaked past the windows, colors bleeding into one another. The skyline usually a symbol of safety and possibility. Now it felt sharp tonight.
Dafa drove without a word.
His focus was absolute, hands steady on the wheel as he navigated the maze of streets with practiced ease. When he finally slowed, the building before us loomed sleek glass entrances, the kind of place that didn't need a nameplate to announce wealth and influence.
"Mr. Lee's office, he's expecting us," Dafa said, as he killed the engine.
Inside, a woman in a perfectly tailored designer suit greeted us.
"Mr. Dafa. Ms. Alayna," she said smoothly. "Mr. Lee will see you now."
She led us down a long corridor lined with abstract paintings. The air smelled of polished wood, expensive cologne, and quiet authority.
She stopped before a set of heavy double doors.
"Please, go in," she said.
