Morning broke beneath a sky the color of steel. The rain had finally stopped.
For the first time in days, sunlight touched the capital. Yet no one inside the Presidential Estate noticed.
The night had brought no answers.
Chairman Elias was still missing. The mole remained unidentified. And somewhere beyond the walls of government... The Foundation had made its decision.
Sebastian entered the Situation Room just after seven.
Hayes was already there.
Magnus hadn't left his workstation.
Elena stood beside the digital map, reading updates from intelligence teams searching every district connected to Elias's disappearance.
Dorian sat quietly in the corner.
Watching.
Waiting. He looked older than ever.
"Anything?"
Sebastian asked. Hayes shook his head.
"No trace of Elias."
"The maintenance worker?"
"Gone."
"The mole?"
"Nothing."
Magnus sighed.
"I officially hate mysteries."
A faint smile crossed Sebastian's face.
