C36 Ethan’s Calculations

The study smelled of leather and old paper, the kind of scent that clung to the walls like memory. Ethan sat in his high-backed chair, the desk before him littered with reports from his men—sweeps of the grounds, camera logs, sensor data.

All clean.

Too clean.

His fingers drummed once against the polished wood. He had built this estate like a fortress, every entry point accounted for