Hours later, a blacked-out luxury SUV rolled up to the gates. The woman who stepped out was as sharp as the lines of the mansion itself—tailored navy suit, a professional air that practically screamed control.
Her name was Victoria Langley. Mid-thirties, former estate manager for tech billionaires in Silicon Valley, known for her discretion and results.
From the moment the mansion's grand gate recognized her face and permitted entry, she had been assessing—calculating. Every step through the stone-paved driveway was silent, her heels muffled against the textured surface as she approached the main entrance. The towering glass doors parted smoothly, the biometric system scanning her pre-registered credentials with a soft chime.
But that was the only thing functioning correctly in her view.
