Chapter 30 - Noticing a mysterious black sedan watching the estate gates from down the street as a brand-new dark warning box arrives for Mason.
As Mason turned back inside from the balcony, his estate security radio chimed with a quiet, urgent alert signal.
"Mr. Vance, we have a stationary black sedan parked two blocks down tracking our perimeter cameras with long-range lenses," the guard reported.
Simultaneously, a sharp knock echoed at the heavy oak front doors of the secure grand foyer entrance.
Mason walked calmly across the marble floor, opening the heavy wooden door to find a small, unmarked dark wooden box resting on the stone.
хва he picked up the heavy package, untying the dark red silk ribbon to find an antique silver pocket watch and a typed index card.
The card bore a single chilling sentence written in block capital letters: "The socialite was just a pawn; the real game in Washington begins now."
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Mason stared at the note, his eyes narrowing as a dangerous, thrilling spark of absolute resolve ignited deep within his chest.
Let them come, he thought quietly; his empire was built for war, and he was always ten steps ahead of the shadows.
