The plan had changed.
Twenty-four hours before they were supposed to infiltrate the Vanguard summit, Alexander received intelligence that made him redesign everything: Eleanor was hosting a separate gala the night before the summit—a glittering charity event that would draw Hong Kong's elite and provide the perfect cover.
"She's splitting her security attention," Alexander explained, studying the new information. "Half her people will be focused on the public gala, half on preparing for tomorrow's private summit. It's the perfect window."
Emily looked at the revised plans, understanding what he wasn't saying. "You want us to split up."
"I want to give you the best chance of success." Alexander's voice was tight with controlled emotion. "The gala is public, high-profile. If I make a spectacular appearance there, every eye in the organization will be on me. Eleanor's security will be focused on what I'm doing, what I'm saying, who I'm talking to."
