(Davies Global — Executive Penthouse)
Sophie knelt on the Persian rug, tears streaking her mascara.
"Carson was just being used… by that woman!"
Davies gently traced the serpent tattoo at her neck.
"You know how I feel about failures."
He pressed a hidden button beneath his desk.
The floor-to-ceiling windows morphed into a transparent display—
On screen, oil tankers in New York Harbor were being seized by Horizon Enterprises.
"At tomorrow's hearing, you'll testify that Carson Thorne manipulated the stock market."
He handed her a syringe.
"As for Alia…"
The screen flicked—
Now showing a live feed of Alia's childhood bedroom, hidden inside the ruined Sterling estate.
"I want her to watch the last piece of her past vanish."
Rain battered the glass.
Davies didn't notice Sophie's clenched fist—
Inside it, hidden from view, was the micro detonator Alia had slipped to her.