Sophia Laurent had never considered herself a dangerous woman.
At least...
not anymore.
There had been a time when danger was part of her profession.
She had spent six years working intelligence operations across Europe and the Middle East. She spoke French, English, German, Italian, and Arabic fluently. She could read a room before anyone else noticed the tension inside it.
She knew when someone was lying.
She knew when someone was afraid.
And she knew how to disappear.
Then her brother became sick.
Everything changed after that.
Sophia had left intelligence work quietly.
No farewell ceremony.
No public recognition.
Just a resignation letter, a final payment, and a promise to herself that she would never return to that life.
She wanted something ordinary.
A consulting career.
A small apartment.
Weekends with her brother.
Maybe, one day, a family of her own.
Instead...
life had other plans.
Her brother's illness became worse.
