The master suite, now a self-contained command center, had become Anya’s gilded cage. Yet, she found a terrible, addictive freedom in the confinement. Ronak’s draconian security—the encrypted lines, the soundproofing, the removal of external distractions—ironically provided the perfect environment for her most complex work. She was caged, but her mind was weaponized and hyper-focused.
Ronak entered the room, his eyes sharp with tactical urgency. He held a dossier on the next target.
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