Cleopatra sat by the window, both hands wrapped around a warm cup of coffee, a soft smile curving her lips as the steam rose gently toward her face. Sunlight spilled through the transparent glass, painting the road outside in gold as cars passed and people moved by in an easy rhythm. She watched it all with bright, contented eyes, her reflection in the glass mirroring her calm happiness savoring the rich taste of coffee, the quiet comfort of the moment, and the simple joy of being exactly where she was.

The café door chimed sharply, snapping Cleopatra’s attention to the entrance. One of Calvin’s bodyguards Jimmy appeared, every step measured,...