The war room in Drake Tower's subterranean levels had been designed for corporate warfare—hostile takeovers, market manipulation, strategic dominance. Now it served a different purpose: systematic destruction of everyone who'd ever served Eleanor Drake's vision of genetic superiority.
Alexander stood at the center, surrounded by screens displaying targets, connections, financial flows. Uncle Li coordinated intelligence from six countries. Marcus—their Marcus, not Sterling—managed security operations. Julian worked the legal angles, finding leverage and weaknesses. And Emily, Leo sleeping in a carrier against her chest, orchestrated the psychological warfare with the same strategic precision she'd used to destroy Julian's corporate coup.
They called it The Purge.
