The city skyline glowed like a brilliant tapestry of lights, woven against the inky backdrop of the night sky. In her lavish penthouse suite, Elena stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, a glass of rich, ruby-hued wine cradled in her hand.

A gentle rap at the door broke the silence, and Elena turned, her brow arching expectantly. "Enter."

The door swung open, and Ethan stepped inside, a thick manila folder tucked beneath his arm. "I have the information you requested, Ms. Blackwood."

Elena's lips curved into a predatory smile as she beckoned him forward with a subtle crook of her finger. "Excellent. Let's have it, then."

Ethan crossed the room, his...