Chapter 93

• The atmosphere in Rafael’s study was tense, the air heavy with unspoken concerns. Papers were spread across his desk—security reports, surveillance notes, and Angelo’s recent updates. Rafael leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes scanning the documents again, searching for something that felt increasingly elusive: clarity.
• Something didn’t add up.
• He flipped through Angelo’s latest report for the third time, his brow furrowing deeper with every line. Small details stood out—timing inconsistencies, vague explanations, and gaps that hadn’t seemed significant at first. But now, with everything going on, they felt like red flags waving in the periphery of his vision.