The silence inside the penthouse was no longer peaceful.
It was strategic.
Arka did not sleep that night.
He sat in his office, watching the security monitors in silence. Every hallway. Every elevator access. Every blind spot that no longer felt blind.
Someone was feeding Victor information in real time.
That meant one thing.
The betrayal was active.
Aluna stepped inside quietly around midnight. She had changed into a thin silk nightdress, but she did not look relaxed.
“You’re still watching?” she asked softly.
“Yes.”
“You think they’ll make a move tonight?”
“They already did.”
She crossed her arms, hugging herself. “What do you mean?”
Arka rewound the footage.
At 21:42, a cleaning staff member exited the elevator.
Routine.
At 21:44, the same staff member paused near the em
