Aria's POV
This wasn't a server room. It was an office. An exquisite one, with dark walnut walls, a massive desk, leather chairs, a crystal chandelier, and a bar tucked discreetly into one corner.
Expensive artwork decorated the walls, and shelves contained what appeared to be antique books. It looked like the private office of a powerful nobleman, not the command center of a criminal organization.
I shut the door behind me. "Wow."
Noah was still connected. "What?"
"This isn't what I expected."
"What do you see?"
"A very expensive office."
"That tells me nothing, Aria."
"I know."
I moved toward the desk. My instincts immediately told me this wasn't a decorative workspace. There were documents everywhere, not random papers, but correspondence, contracts, reports, names.
I picked
