The Wellington Mansion - Dining Room and Corporate Headquarters
"Tomorrow, it all falls apart." The ominous message lingered in the air, a silent threat that wouldn't leave Marina's mind.
The next morning, she sat at the long dining table in the Wellington mansion, her fingers aimlessly tracing the rim of her untouched coffee cup. Across from her was Aiden, lost in his phone. It was a moment of silence.
"Who do you think sent the message?" Marina finally broke the silence.
Aiden looked up from his phone. "It does not matter. What really matters is staying ahead of them."
Marina frowned. "You keep saying that, but how can we stay ahead when we do not even know what their next move is?"
"We do not need to know," Aiden replied, "We just need to ensure they do not succeed."
Before Marina could respond, Bard entered the room.
