“If there’s a leak,” she says, “we’ll find it.”
I look at her.
I believe that.
Because she doesn’t miss things.
Not likethis.
I turn, pacing again, slower now. Controlled.
“They hit my house,” I say. “They hit my auction. They cost me men, product, time.”
Each word lands heavier than the last.
“That means they think they can touch me.”
No one speaks.
Good.
Because they should feel that.
I stop, turning back to them, everything in me settling into something colder. Sharper.
“Lock everything the fuck down,” I order. “Routes, safe houses, communications—I don’t want a single gap left by morning.”
Cesario nods. “Already moving on it.”
“Double internal checks,” I add. “Anyone out of place, anyone acting off—I want names.”
“Done.”
My eyes land on Jenna.
“And you—find out who the fuck thought this was a good idea.”
Her expression hardens. “I will.”
I believe thattoo.
I turn toward the window, the city stretched out in front of me, calm like nothing just happened.
“They wanted my attention,” I say quietly.
My reflection stares back at me.
Calm.
Controlled.
Dead calm.
“They’ve got it.”
And this time—
There’s no yelling.
