CHAPTER 92 — WHEN THE GROUND SHIFTS
The city did not sleep that night.
Even as dawn crept in, pale and uncertain, the hum of unease lingered in the air like static before a storm. Elena stood by the window of the penthouse, a cup of untouched tea cooling in her hands, watching the slow unraveling of darkness as morning arrived.
The leak had landed.
Not loudly. Not recklessly.
But with precision.
And precision, she had learned, frightened powerful people far more than chaos ever could.
Behind her, the low murmur of voices drifted from the study. Adrian and Marcus had been awake for hours, tracking reactions across markets, legal channels, and political backrooms. Every ripple mattered now. Every pause. Every overcorrection.
Elena took a slow breath and turned away from the window.
"What's the temperature?" she asked as she entered the room.
