*Chapter 21: Eyes on the King*
Ethan sat in a forgotten parking lot across from Grant Tower, a towering glass monument to corruption.
Inside those walls, Harris Grant lived like a king—staff, security, silence. But Ethan wasn't intimidated. He'd been in darker places than this. This was just another cage. And he was the reckoning.
He watched Grant leave every morning at 8:45 a.m. sharp, security tailing him in black SUVs. His wife had a yoga class across town. His son—prep school, chauffeured. Everything calculated. Scheduled. Weakness disguised as wealth.
Ethan's journal was full. Routes, shift patterns, guard schedules, blind spots. But even as he planned, his mind kept drifting.
Back to the alley.
To Anderson's daughter.
To the moment the line was crossed.
He hadn't forgiven himself. He never would. But the pain? It fueled him. Numbed the hesitation.
He whispered to himself as he loaded his gear: "One more. One step closer."
His next target wouldn't die quickly. No, Harris Grant would *understand*.
He would feel the consequences ripple through everything he built.
And as Ethan disappeared into the shadows, slipping past a blind corner of security patrol, the city didn't even know it was breathing borrowed time.
Justice was moving.
Quiet. Ruthless. Inevitable.
_Bleank Ø_