The Black Tower (Adrian's headquarters)
Thigh-rise building downtown, masked as a legitimate corporate office. The entire floor belongs entirely to Adrian.
The meeting room was heavy with silence, broken only by the faint hum of the chandelier above. Adrian sat at the head of the long table, expression unreadable, a glass of whiskey untouched in his hand. Some of his men stood, some sat in rigid silence, waiting for his cue.
Stephen finally spoke.
"We've retraced her steps, sir. The city, the ports, even private airfields. Nothing. No chatter, no slip-ups. It's as if Miss Seraphina… vanished into thin air."
Dante shifted forward. "It could be Victor," he suggested carefully. "Your half-brother benefits the most if she's out of the picture. Without Seraphina, your claim weakens."
Adrian's jaw tightened, though his gaze remained fixed on the swirling amber liquid in his glass.
