Belated Regret

Jaxon gripped the edge of his mahogany desk inside the Zenith Squad penthouse office. His knuckles stretched bone-white under the tension. The sterile, climate-controlled air in the room felt thick. It suffocated him with a paralyzing anxiety. Days had dragged by at an agonizing pace. He had deployed all his available resources, yet his men had found zero trace of Sloane.

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