Chapter 14
By 11:00 PM, the private study of the Meridian Tower penthouse was shrouded in deep shadow, lit only by the amber glow of the city lights stretching out toward Lake Ontario.
Ezra stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out at the skyline while nursing a glass of bourbon. The family dinner with Evelyn had gone better than expected; for the first time in his adult life, the heavy ghosts of his father’s strict, tyrannical upbringing felt like they had been permanently laid to rest.
Suddenly, the private security terminal on his mahogany desk flashed a silent, crimson alert. Perimeter breach. Sub-level loading bay.
Ezra didn't panic. He calmly set his glass down, pulled a sleek tactical radio from his desk drawer, and spoke into it with icy precision. "Pavl, lock down sector four. Someone’s testing our locks."
"Already on it, Boss," Pavl’s voice crackled back through the static. "Security feeds show a single intruder moving through the service elevator. Looks like... well, look at camera two yourself."
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Ezra tapped the monitor. The high-definition screen flickered, revealing Viktor Vance stumbling out of the service elevator. But Viktor wasn't holding a weapon; his coat was torn, his hands were bleeding, and his eyes were wide with hollow, raving desperation.
Before Ezra could cross the room toward the double doors, the study door swung open. Nessa stepped out from the adjoining private lounge, her hands swiftly wrapping in white cotton bandages.
