Across the street, Roman Kozlov remained seated inside the black sedan, his eyes fixed on the towering headquarters of Blackwood Enterprises.
From his vantage point, he watched the scene unfold as the entrance descended into a frenzy of flashing cameras and microphones.
Roman pulled out his phone and dialed a familiar number. The call connected after the first ring.
“Tell the boss to turn on the news,” he said, his eyes never leaving the building’s main entrance. “Something big is happening. The place is crawling with media.”
“I’ll let him know,” the voice on the other end said, and the line went dead.
Thousands of miles away…
Inside a lavish dining hall, Viktor Volkov sat alone at the head of an impossibly long dining table, quietly enjoying his dinner. The room was silent except fo
