Thursday, 1:00 PM. The Georgetown Townhouse.
The study was quiet, the tension of the morning having been replaced by an eerie calm. I stood by the window, watching the rain-soaked streets of Georgetown, my mind racing. The clock was ticking, and I had two hours until I needed to leave for The Minotaur Club. I had a lot to do before then.
I turned to face the room. Victoria and Sofia were huddled together, their heads bent over a laptop, no doubt discussing our next financial move. Darius was on the phone, pacing back and forth, coordinating our security. Ethan was passed out on the leather sofa, still dressed in his rumpled suit, a half-empty bottle of whiskey on the floor beside him.
Nia was at her workstation, her fingers dancing over the keyboard, her eyes locked on the screen. She was rebuilding her defenses, reinforcing our digital fortress, making sure Locke couldn't sneak in again.
