The Commander's Obsession for His Heiress

ff at his apartment near NYU, Jordan rod

smelled of rotting garbage and damp brick. She stopped in f

bers into the hidden keypad on the brick wall.

harp stench of cheap alcohol swallowed her instantly. T

e floor. She walked straight to the back stairs and h

n the dark, surrounded by glowing monitors, h

k can into the trash and groaned, complaining that her

elf three fingers of straight vodka and downed it in o

. She cut straight to the point, demanding to know

d one of his monitors around s

rk web auction ledger. The transaction amo

Jordan needed to synthesize the neurotoxin antidote for the dying patie

cold and precise as a surgical scalpel. A non-human, absolute

who had the guts to outbid her on the dar

anies. He traced the money back to a massiv

s was globally respected in the medical field, but s

uses at Prometheus, stating they wouldn't know how to s

rometheus had military-grade security backing t

down at the dark alley below. Her brain was alrea

tectural blueprints and the guard rotation schedules for Pr

a suicide mission. But under Jordan's freezi

Jordan. The international flights, the family drama,

her leather jacket from the sofa, read

sed a tiny, encrypted earpiece across

oyers had been asking around the dark web for her. He told her to watch

life, a complex shadow passed over Jordan'

et. She gave Miles a tight nod, mutter

bar, clearing her head slightly. She hailed a y

ut instead of sleep, her mind kept flashing back to the d

ng next to Central Park. She paid the driver and stepped