The Unexpected Murmur in the Night
The front door of Alejandro’s mansion closed with a soft yet echoing click. The sound dissolved into the vast, empty hallways.
Alejandro Vargas, the powerful financial magnate, had just returned home.
A month of exhausting negotiations in Singapore and Dubai had drained him completely.
All he wanted now was the deep, almost sacred silence of his home.
His mansion—a fortress of marble and crystal—had always been his refuge.
A glass of aged whiskey, darkness, and quiet. That was all he desired.
But that night, something felt different.
A faint murmur, barely audible, disturbed the silence he valued so much.
He frowned. Had someone left the television on?
Unlikely. His staff was precise, almost invisible in their efficiency.
The sound wasn’t coming from the living room or the study.
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