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Chapter 607
Chapter 607:
He pulled out his phone, not to call anyone, but to activate a piece of software his firm used for corporate counter-espionage: a high-frequency audio amplifier. He needed to know what she was planning — not to stop her, but to be ready for the fallout.
For the next two nights, June became the most talked-about patron at The Underworld.
She arrived each evening at precisely nine o’clock, stepping out of a different vehicle each time. She wore the same black trench coat, the same unreadable expression, the same absolute disregard for the stares that followed her through the club’s velvet-draped corridors. She requested the same suite. The same man.
Archer.
She paid in Bitcoin — astronomical sums that made the club’s management whisper behind their hands. But she never touched him. Not in the way the other patrons did.
They sat across from each other in the dim light, two silhouettes against the one-way glass, their heads bent over encrypted tablets. Their conversation was silent, conducted through secure messaging apps, their fingers moving in rapid, synchronized patterns. To the casual observer, they might have been lovers sharing secrets. To anyone who understood the language of power, they were general and soldier, mapping a campaign.
Three floors above the club, in a penthouse office commanding views of the entire Financial District, Crawford Love sat in darkness.
His chief of security stood before him, delivering a report in a monotone that did nothing to disguise the tension in his shoulders.
“She’s there again tonight, sir. Same protocol. Hardware wallet. Encrypted tablet. No physical contact beyond the initial greeting p>
Crawford’s hand tightened around the crystal tumbler of whiskey. The glass cracked with a sharp sound like a gunshot in the silent room. He didn’t notice. He was staring at the surveillance feed on his wall of monitors, where an infrared image showed two heat signatures in the VIP suite — close, intimate, the male figure leaning toward June’s smaller form, their heads nearly touching as they consulted the device between them.
Crawford’s jaw ached from the pressure of his clenched teeth.
𝗢𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗻
He wanted to kill the man. Slowly. With his bare hands. He wanted to burn this club to the ground and salt the earth where it stood.
But he remembered June’s voice in his office — the absolute, freezing contempt, the comparison she had drawn between him and Cole. Two predators fighting over a prize.
He forced his hand to relax. The broken glass fell to the carpet, forgotten.
“Deploy the Ghost Team,” he said, his voice barely audible, scraped rough from a throat closed with rage. “Infiltrate the club. All shifts. I want eyes on her every second she’s inside those walls p>
He turned to face his security chief. His eyes were dead. Empty.
“Anyone touches her — anyone even looks at her wrong — you end them. Do you understand p>
The chief nodded and moved toward the door.