The heavy steel doors of the warehouse groaned and gave way completely, slamming against the concrete floor with a sound like a thunderclap. Dust plumed into the air, illuminated by the harsh, blinding beams of tactical flashlights cutting through the gloom.

"Sterling!" a voice roared.

Clara’s h

The limousine glided to a halt in front of the Grand Atrium, its tires whispering against the rain-slicked pavement. Outside, the night was ablaze with the blinding flashes of paparazzi cameras and the glow of spotlights sweeping across the museum’s neoclassical facade. A towering banner draped betw

"Turn it off!" Marcus roared, his voice cracking with sudden, raw panic. He slammed his hands down on the podium, scrambling to snatch the blank paper away from the document camera. "Frank, cut the feed! It's a trick! She tampered with the document!"

But the massive screens remained blindingly whit