The blinding streetlights carved sharp streaks across the road as Ryan's car tore through the silence of the night.
The mansion gates were already open.
Without slowing, the vehicle glided inside.
The engine cut.
Stillness.
The door swung open.
Ryan stepped out immediately, an iPad clutched tightly in his hand.
No hesitation.
No wasted movement.
The car door slammed shut behind him and locked automatically as he broke into a fast stride toward the building.
Inside, the elevator doors opened with a soft chime.
He stepped in.
Pressed the top floor.
The doors slid shut.
Seconds stretched thin.
Then—
Ding.
The doors opened again.
Ryan was already moving before they fully parted, heading straight for the emergency staircase without a second thought.
His footsteps echoed sharply as he climbed.
Fast. Urgent. Controlled panic hidden beneath precision.
He reached the final floor.
A door stood ahead.
He didn't knock.
He pushed it open.
