Morning in Delhi.
The city had just begun to wake.
But inside Albert's hotel suite—
the silence was broken by a sudden knock.
Albert opened his eyes slowly.
"Come in."
The door opened.
Bilal entered quickly, holding a tablet in his hand.
His face was serious.
"Boss."
Albert sat up.
"What happened?"
Bilal spoke rapidly, switching briefly into Arabic out of urgency.
"في مشكلة كبيرة."
(There is a big problem.)
He placed the tablet in front of Albert.
"Someone has blocked our accounts."
Albert frowned.
"All of them?"
Bilal nodded.
"Yes."
"Primary accounts."
"Offshore reserves."
"Transaction systems."
"All frozen."
Albert's expression hardened.
Bilal continued.
"Multiple companies under your name…"
"…are being seized."
"Some have already been transferred."
Albert stood up slowly.
"And flights?"
Bilal exhaled.
"Restricted."
"Several of our aircraft have been grounded."
"US restrictions."
The room went silent.
Because this wasn't random.
This was targeted.
Precise.
Calculated.
Albert walked toward the window.
Arthur.
Bilal spoke quietly.
"This isn't just business pressure."
"This is coordinated."
Albert nodded slowly.
"Yes."
"My brother has started the war."
Bilal looked at him.
"What do we do now?"
Albert didn't answer immediately.
He stared at the city below.
Then he smiled faintly.
"Good."
Bilal frowned.
"Good?"
Albert turned.
"Yes."
"Because this means he's scared."
Bilal crossed his arms.
"Or confident."
Albert shook his head.
"No."
"Arthur only uses this level of force…"
"…when he knows he's losing control."
Bilal stepped closer.
"So what's the next move?"
Albert picked up his phone.
"Plan B."
Bilal watched him carefully.
"You already have one?"
Albert dialed a number.
The call connected after a few seconds.
He spoke calmly.
"It's time."
There was silence on the other end.
Then—
a voice answered.
Low.
Unknown.
"Finally."
Albert smiled slightly.
"I need your help."
The voice replied.
"I was wondering when you would call."
Bilal looked at Albert.
Because this voice—
was not someone from their team.
Not Mark.
Not Arun.
Not Daniel.
Someone else.
Someone Albert had never mentioned before.
The voice spoke again.
"Tell me…"
"What exactly do you need?"
Albert's expression became serious.
"Everything."
There was a short pause.
Then the voice laughed softly.
"Then this will be interesting."
The call ended.
Bilal looked at Albert.
"Who was that?"
Albert didn't answer.
He simply looked toward the horizon.
Because in a war against Arthur—
he had just activated his final option.
And the only question now was—
who had he just called?