Author POV-

Athena stood alone in the highest office of her mansion, the city lights stretching endlessly beyond the glass wall in front of her. To the city, those lights meant life, warmth, movement. To Athena, they were nothing more than variables—numbers that could rise or fall depending on her will. Entire bloodlines had been erased under those lights. Entire empires had been built and buried without a single ripple reaching her expression. Below her feet, an entire criminal world functioned like clockwork—every deal, every shipment, every whispered betrayal tied together by her invisible hand. She did not rule with noise. She ruled with certainty.