The first hints of dawn had yet to break over Russia.
Volkov was still inside his office when another urgent report arrived.
This time, the news hit him harder than anything before it.
One of the Takahashi family’s facilities had suffered a highly publicized incident only hours after the outage at Ashcroft Pavilion Singapore.
Without warning, Volkov swept his arm across the desk. Documents, folders, pens, and a crystal paperweight crashed onto the floor, the glass shattering into countless pieces.
“First our shipment… then Blackwood, Ashcroft, and now the Takahashis?” His voice grew colder with every word. “Someone is clearly targeting the most powerful families.”
Volkov rose from his chair and began pacing the office.
“This isn’t a coincidence anymore. It’s planned.” His voice hard
