Hotel Suite, Geneva - Monday Evening, 9:34 PM
Emily sat at the desk in her hotel suite, laptop open, coordinating with Colonel Werner through encrypted channels. Timothy was on the phone with his international business contacts, leveraging his network to put pressure on Marcus's regime. Ming Li had finally been convinced to sleep—though she'd positioned herself on the sofa in Emily's room rather than her own, insisting she needed to be "tactically close" in case of threats.
The day had been a whirlwind. The vault. Her mothers' letters. The evidence. Marcus's terrifying phone call. And now—now the real work of building a resistance began.
Colonel Werner's latest message appeared on her screen:
