He stood alone for a mont, staring at the faint reflections in the glass of a nearby building, his thoughts heavier than they had ever been before.
This ti, he answered without delay.
Ghost exhaled slowly.
There was a pause.
From the revelation about Chloe.
To the deal.
He did not skip anything.
Monica spoke softly.
Ghost looked ahead, his eyes distant.
Monica did not interrupt.
Ghost’s voice changed slightly, becoming more structured, more precise, as if he was reciting sothing ingrained into him.
He paused briefly before continuing.
His tone grew firr.
He glanced at the city lights again.
A faint tension entered his voice.
He lowered his gaze slightly.
His voice softened just a little.
There was a pause.
"And what does your heart say?"
When he spoke again, his voice was quieter.
A faint breath escaped him.
His grip on the phone tightened slightly.
He paused, his voice growing heavier.
Silence followed for a mont.
His words slowed.
Another pause.
His voice lowered further.
On the other end, Monica listened quietly.
"Boss... you gave your entire life to Graveyard."
"If you ask ... take Gabriel and Chloe away."
"Hide them," she continued. "Far from all of this. We have the resources. We have the money. We can make them disappear."
"Let the deal never happen. I will handle everything else."
His silence spoke louder than any answer.
Monica did not hesitate.
Ghost replied instantly.
"Exactly," Monica said. "Lying is not betrayal. Listen to yourself."
"We do not have ti. The decommission is close. You need to decide before that."
"I will wait for your answer."
"Good night, Boss."
Ghost lowered the phone slowly.
Then he opened another file.
The conversation between Nawwar and Gabriel.
Details.
Betrayal written in cold words.
Finally, he stopped.
Then he opened a new ssage.
He typed.
The reply ca almost instantly.
For a brief mont, sothing lighter crossed his expression.
"Let us go to the tower tomorrow."
"Really?"
Ghost continued typing.
There was a pause before her next reply appeared.
Ghost glanced at the ssage, then replied calmly.
Her response ca quickly.
Ghost’s fingers paused for a brief mont.
"Of course. Good night, Chloe."
"Good night, my superhero."
Ghost looked at it for a mont longer.
And stood there in silence, caught between a mission that demanded blood... and a feeling that asked him to protect sothing fragile for the first ti in his life.
The next day unfolded under a quiet sky over Paris, yet for Ghost, there was nothing calm about it.
Nawwar.
Every route.
Evening.
From the data.
He stood in front of the mirror for a mont, adjusting his outfit with unfamiliar care.
In its place, he wore a fitted charcoal black shirt, the fabric smooth and clean, paired with a tailored dark coat that rested neatly along his shoulders, giving him the appearance of a young man stepping into a normal life rather than a shadow moving through it. His hair was set naturally, slightly falling over his forehead, softening the sharpness that usually defined his expression. A simple watch rested on his wrist, understated yet elegant.
Almost.
He waited.
Then a car arrived.
The door opened.
For a mont...
She wore a soft cream colored dress that flowed gently with her movent, light and elegant, reaching just below her knees, paired with a delicate coat that added warmth without hiding her natural grace. Her hair fell freely over her shoulders, catching the faint glow of the evening lights, and her eyes carried that sa warmth he had co to recognize, bright and alive, untouched by the darkness surrounding his world.
There was a brief mont where he simply looked at her, as if committing the sight to mory.
"Did I weaken your knees?" she asked lightly.
"Yes," he replied honestly. "You did."
"Good," she said softly.
Then she stepped closer.
Ghost nodded.
The elevator carried them upward, the city slowly unfolding beneath them as the height increased, each level revealing a wider view, a broader horizon, a deeper sense of sothing unforgettable.
Chloe walked ahead slightly, her excitent visible as she looked around.
Ghost watched her more than the view.
They moved higher.
Chloe stepped closer to the railing, her eyes wide with wonder.
Ghost stepped beside her.
She looked at him, surprised.
He nodded.
Chloe smiled gently.
For a mont, neither of them spoke.
Then they moved again.
The top.
Chloe stood beside him, her hand lightly brushing against his.
Ghost looked at her.
Just... presence.
Toward their reservation.
They were guided to their table.
Chloe sat down, her eyes still reflecting the excitent of everything they had just seen together.
The world outside continued to move.
Ti felt slower.
A mont he did not want to lose.
Chloe looked at the view for a mont, then spoke softly.
Her voice carried a quiet warmth, but there was a shadow beneath it.
Ghost listened carefully, his eyes resting on her.
Chloe smiled faintly.
Her fingers lightly traced the edge of her glass.
She looked up, her eyes softer now.
Ghost smiled gently.
Chloe narrowed her eyes playfully.
Ghost leaned slightly forward, his tone calm but sincere.
Chloe froze for a second, then her cheeks flushed instantly.
She looked away, smiling shyly.
When it finally did, Ghost walked her to the waiting car.
"Good night, Kai."
The car drove away.
Then his expression changed.
Louis answered.
Ghost’s voice was steady.
Silence.
His tone hardened slightly.
There was a pause.
"I never heard this from you."
"Tomorrow I have a eting with the chief regarding the transaction. I will try to delay it."
"All the best."
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