Chapter 26 - The Shadow Over Greenwich
The wrought-iron gates of the Whitmore estate in Greenwich stood open, welcoming the early spring breeze, but inside the grand manor, an unexpected chill lingered in the air. Eleanor Cole stood by the floor-to-ceiling library window, her gaze fixed on the private security report resting on the mahogany desk. Despite their exile to South America months ago, a series of encrypted digital footprints had just resurfaced on the dark web, hinting that Adrian Cole was attempting one last desperate, pathetic grasp at corporate sabotage.
Samuel Price stepped into the library quietly, adjusting his cuffs. "The digital trace leads to an IP address in Montevideo, Eleanor. It appears Adrian is trying to sell minor, unverified corporate drafts to an offshore competitor."
Eleanor didn’t flinch. A calm, resolute smile touched her lips. "Let him try, Samuel. A drowning man will clutch at any floating twig, but he's already too far from shore." She turned away from the window, her mind clear and focused. The empire was secure, but she knew that true peace required total finality. It was time to cut the last remaining thread of the past once and for all.
