Morning arrived with a heavy gray sky hanging over Manhattan. Inside the penthouse of Adriana Cole, the tension in the air was thick but focused. The dining table had transformed into a temporary war room. Documents, laptops, and printed reports were scattered across its surface. Adriana stood near the table in a silk blouse and tailored trousers, reading through another financial report. Across from her, Luca Bennett leaned over a laptop, his attention locked on the screen. Miranda entered with coffee. “I don’t know how either of you are still awake,” she muttered, setting the cups down. “You’ve been at th
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