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Xavier Fairchild moved through the dimming light of his office like a powerful force trapped in ice. His grey eyes gleamed with reflections of the sprawling city beneath the tall windows as night embraced New Athens in its soft darkness.
The reports from his security team painted a disturbing picture, confirming what his instincts had already screamed: Theodore had been taken, pulled from the fragile sense of safety Xavier had tried to build around him. He didn't raise his voice.
He didn't let panic break his calm. Instead, he transformed into a whirlwind of terrifying efficiency, making decisions with the precision of a finely honed blade, shaped by years of commanding empires. His head of private security answered on the first ring, and Xavier's tone was steady and measured as he laid out commands that set an invisible machine into motion.
