BAC U.S. Division, Executive Suite, Imperial Crest, Virginia
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, spilling golden light into the sterile interior. The Executive Suite stretched out before them like the throne room of a corporate empire. Floor-to-ceiling windows bathed the polished marble in the glow of the late afternoon sun. At the center of the lobby gleamed the BAC logo, a sleek fusion of a basketball and a laurel wreath engraved into the floor like a seal of power.
Ethan's team stepped out, each carrying the invisible weight of the ledger as if it were a live bomb strapped to their backs. The adrenaline of their infiltration still thrummed beneath their skin, but this battlefield was different. Gone were the shadowed cathedrals and hidden passageways. Here, the war was fought beneath chandeliers and boardroom lights.
At the head of the group, Lucas Graves clenched his jaw. His usual sharp, alert gaze was clouded by something deeper family.
