"Senator Valentino has the floor."
Six months later, Serena stood at the podium in the United States Senate, addressing a room full of men who thought they understood power. She wore a perfectly tailored navy suit, her hair pulled back in an elegant chignon, every inch the respectable politician.
They had no idea what they were really looking at.
"Thank you, Madam President," she said, her voice carrying clearly across the chamber. "I rise today to address the concerning gaps in our counter-terrorism intelligence gathering."
In the gallery, Dante watched with dark pride as his wife systematically dismantled the security policies that had allowed Marcus to operate undetected for years. Every word was precise, every recommendation calculated, every suggestion designed to strengthen legit
