The office was silent. It was not the silence of an empty room; it was the silence of a held breath. The kind of quiet that exists before a storm breaks.
Edward sat at a desk made of polished steel. There was no wood. No warmth. Only cold, reflective surfaces that mirrored the lights above. Three monitors glowed in front of him, displaying maps, financial trails, and live security feeds from across the city. He did not look at them directly; he watched the reflections in the glass. It allowed him to see everything without turning his head.
He typed a command. The keyboard made no sound. A timeline appeared on the central screen, marked with red nodes. Each node pulsed slowly. Each node was a decision, and each decision was a predicted outcome.
Edward leaned back and laced his fingers together. His knuckles were white. "Dante will move tonight," he said. His voice was soft and did not echo; the room was soundproofed. The walls absorbed everything. "He will target Setsuro Holdings."
