Rachel's POV
Night had finally fallen completely.
Marcus and I sat in a black sedan not far from the mansion, silently observing our surroundings. I felt nervous.
Marcus turned to me, his eyes reflecting trust and expectation. "You'll approach the gate."
Those simple words filled me with a sense of responsibility. I took a deep breath and nodded calmly. This was the first step in our plan, and I had to execute it perfectly.
"Leave it to me," I said quietly, my fingers unconsciously tightening on the edge of my jacket before deliberately relaxing them. "T'll draw their attention."
The moment I left the car, the cold night air hit my face. I walked alone toward the imposing iron gates, each step firm and determined. As I pressed the intercom button, my heart raced, but I deliberately maintained a composed expression.
