Night settled quietly over Paris, and the city that once felt warm and alive now seemed distant, as if every light glowing in the streets belonged to a different world, one that Ghost could observe but never truly belong to.
He stood alone for a moment, staring at the faint reflections in the glass of a nearby building, his thoughts heavier than they had ever been before.
His phone rang again.
This time, he answered without delay.
"I thought you forgot about me, Boss," Monica's voice came through, carrying a faint teasing tone that quickly faded when she sensed the silence on the other end.
Ghost exhaled slowly.
"I met Louis Moreau," he said.
There was a pause.
Then he told her everything.
From the revelation about Chloe.
To Gabriel.
To the deal.
To Louis's conflict.
He did not skip anything.
When he finished, there was a long silence.
Monica spoke softly.
"What do you have in your mind?"
Ghost looked ahead, his eyes distant.
