Vaughn Aguiere
Serena Harrington was seated in her office, the city skyline stretching beyond the glass walls in cold, distant lines. The room was quiet, orderly, controlled—just like her. She didn’t look up when the knock came. “Come in,” she said calmly, her voice steady and unreadable. Her secretary stepped inside, carefully closing the door behind her before approaching the desk. “Miss Salvatore,” she began, placing a neatly organized folder in front of Serena, “these are your daily reports.” Serena finally lifted her gaze, her expression composed as ever. She reached for the documents without a word, her eyes already scanning the first page. Around her, everything remained still—but beneath that silence was a mind always moving, always calculating, always several steps ahead.
About Vaughn Aguiere
Serena Harrington was seated in her office, the city skyline stretching beyond the glass walls in cold, distant lines. The room was quiet, orderly, controlled—just like her. She didn’t look up when the knock came. “Come in,” she said calmly, her voice steady and unreadable. Her secretary stepped inside, carefully closing the door behind her bef...Read more