Chapter 10
A Personal Threat
Silas Vance leaves a menacing puzzle at Anya's apartment. The message targets her past mistake, shaking her confidence and resolve.
The rain had settled into a steady rhythm against Anya’s window, a soft percussion that usually soothed her. Tonight, it felt like a countdown. She sat at her small kitchen table, the glow of her laptop casting long shadows across the room. The data from the stolen files was a jigsaw of numbers and transactions, each piece fitting into a larger picture she was only beginning to see. The Syndicate’s plan was like a virus, designed to infect the global financial system, and she was the only one who could write the cure.
A knock at the door shattered the quiet.
Anya’s hand froze over the keyboard. She lived on the fourth floor of a building with a broken intercom. No one visited unannounced. Agent Thorne always texted first. Her pulse quickened as she rose, moving silently toward the door. She peered through the peephole, but the hallway was empty.
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