Elena did not like silence.
Especially not this kind.
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Her fingers tapped slowly against the armrest as she stared at her phone.
No new uploads.
No forwarded images.
No confirmation.
Nothing.
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"That's not like you," she muttered under her breath.
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Across the room, Leon leaned against the wall, arms folded.
Too calm.
Too still.
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Elena's eyes lifted.
Sharp.
"What happened?"
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Leon didn't answer immediately.
That alone was suspicious.
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"I asked you a question," she pressed, her tone tightening.
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He pushed off the wall slowly.
"There was no shot."
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Elena's brows drew together. "What do you mean there was no shot?"
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"She was careful," he replied evenly. "Nothing happened that could be twisted."
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A beat.
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Elena stared at him.
Long.
Hard.
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"You're lying."
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Silence.
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Leon didn't react.
Didn't deny it either.
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That was all the confirmation she needed.
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"You had the opportunity," Elena said, rising to her feet. "I made sure of it. The setup was clean. The angles were covered."
Her voice sharpened.
"So why didn't I get anything?"
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Leon exhaled slowly.
"She didn't deserve it."
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The room went still.
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Elena blinked once.
Then laughed.
Soft.
Disbelieving.
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"You're joking."
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"I'm not."
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Her expression changed instantly.
Cold.
Controlled.
Dangerous.
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"Let me get this straight," she said slowly. "You're telling me that after everything—after the plan, the effort, the access—I gave you…"
She stepped closer.
"You decided to grow a conscience?"
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Leon held her gaze.
Unmoved.
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"She's not what you think she is," he said.
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Elena's eyes narrowed.
"And what exactly do you think she is?"
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"Not someone you destroy for sport," he replied.
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That did it.
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Elena's hand tightened at her side.
"You don't get to decide that," she snapped. "You don't get to rewrite this because you suddenly feel… what? Sympathy?"
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"It's not sympathy," Leon said quietly.
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"Then what is it?" she demanded.
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A pause.
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Even he didn't fully have the answer.
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And that uncertainty—
Annoyed him.
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Elena scoffed, shaking her head. "Unbelievable."
She turned away briefly, pacing.
Then stopped.
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"You think walking away fixes anything?" she continued. "You think this just ends because you changed your mind?"
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Leon didn't respond.
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Elena turned back.
Her gaze sharp.
Calculating again.
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"No," she said softly. "You don't get to walk away."
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Leon's jaw tightened.
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"I can," he replied.
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Elena smiled.
Slow.
Knowing.
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"No," she said again. "You can't."
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A pause.
Then—
She picked up her phone.
Tapped once.
Turned the screen toward him.
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Leon's expression shifted.
Just slightly.
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On the screen—
Photos.
Not of Elara.
Of him.
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Different locations.
Different situations.
Carefully captured.
Carefully timed.
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Elena tilted her head.
"Did you really think I'd bring you into something like this without insurance?"
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Silence.
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"You're useful, Leon," she continued. "But only as long as you cooperate."
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His gaze hardened.
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"You planned that too," he said.
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"I plan everything," she replied smoothly.
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A long pause.
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Then—
She stepped closer again.
Voice soft.
Deadly.
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"You're going to fix this," she said. "And this time—you don't get distracted."
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Leon didn't answer.
But the tension in his stance said enough.
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Elsewhere—
Aaron stood in his study, staring at his phone.
A report had just come in.
Location confirmed.
Time confirmed.
Meeting confirmed.
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Elara.
Leon.
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His grip tightened slightly.
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But what unsettled him wasn't just the meeting.
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It was how it ended.
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No scandal.
No explosion.
No follow-up.
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Too clean.
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Aaron frowned.
Something about it didn't make sense.
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And he didn't like things he couldn't control.
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Upstairs—
Elara sat quietly on her bed.
Her phone rested beside her.
Silent.
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Her mind replayed the meeting.
Leon's words.
His tone.
That shift.
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"You're being watched."
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Her fingers curled slightly into the fabric beside her.
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It hadn't felt like a lie.
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And that was what bothered her.
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A soft knock interrupted her thoughts.
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"Elara?"
Maya stepped in.
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"You okay?" she asked.
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Elara nodded slowly.
"I think so."
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Maya studied her.
"You look like you're thinking too hard."
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Elara exhaled softly.
"Something about today felt… off."
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Maya's expression sharpened slightly.
"How?"
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"He warned me," Elara said. "Said I was being watched."
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A pause.
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Maya straightened.
"Okay… that's not something you just ignore."
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"I'm not," Elara replied. "I just don't understand why he'd say that."
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Maya crossed her arms, thinking.
"Either he's trying to scare you…"
She paused.
"Or he's trying to help you."
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Elara looked up.
"And I don't know which one is worse."
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Downstairs—
Aaron stood at the base of the stairs.
Listening.
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Not intentionally.
But enough.
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His expression darkened slightly.
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Watched.
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That word settled heavily in his mind.
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Because if it was true—
Then this wasn't random.
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It was planned.
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Across the city—
Elena stood by the window, her reflection cold against the glass.
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"This isn't over," she said quietly.
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Behind her, Leon remained silent.
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But his thoughts were no longer aligned with hers.
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And that—
Was going to be a problem.