Chapter 15
Chapter 15: The Man Who Watched
Michael Chen returns to his hotel room after the meeting, wrestling with the implications of his offer and his own history. A late-night call from an unexpected source forces him to reconsider his position.
Michael Chen sat in the back of the Uber, watching Cambridge slide past the window. The streetlights blurred into amber streaks, and he let them. His phone buzzed in his pocket—three times, then four—but he didn't check it. He already knew who it was.
The hotel lobby was mercifully quiet. A clerk with a practiced smile handed him his key card, and he took the elevator to the seventh floor, the numbers climbing in silence. The room was standard-issue: beige walls, a painting of a sailboat, a bed that was too big for one person.
He dropped his briefcase on the desk and stood at the window, looking out at the city. Somewhere out there, Alex Sterling was probably sleeping. Or maybe he wasn't. Maybe he was lying awake, thinking about the same things Michael was thinking about.
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