The plan was set in motion. Cambria's mind raced as she and Maddox sat across from each other in the penthouse, the weight of their decisions pressing down on them. It wasn't just about taking down her uncle anymore. It wasn't just about her revenge. It was about the future, a future that was slipping through her fingers, and Maddox's as well. If they didn't act swiftly, everything they had fought for would come crashing down.
The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the city beyond the windows. The lights of Manhattan twinkled like stars in the distance, a city that thrived on power, wealth, and influence. And yet, here they were, two people at the mercy of forces they couldn't see, forces that had been playing them from the very beginning.
"We need to get ahead of them," Cambria said, her voice steady despite the uncertainty she felt. "We have one chance to take control before they make their move. If we don't act first, we'll be nothing but pawns in their game."
