Evelyn did not go to the meeting immediately. The message remained open on her phone long after midnight while she sat alone in her living room, staring at the location displayed on the screen. A private underground parking structure near the financial district.
Two o'clock in the morning, come alone if you want answers.
Under normal circumstances, she would have ignored it because people with influence always attract attention. Anonymous threats, manipulative games, and information fishing were not unusual in her world. She had spent years learning how to separate real danger from empty intimidation, but this felt different because whoever sent the message knew too much.
First the photograph of Seraphina entering Ashford Tower, then the warning, and now the message.
Someone was observing events closely enough to understand the pressure building around Seraphina, around Lucien, and now around Evelyn herself.
The realisation unsettled her more than she wanted to admit.
