Chapter 5 - The Shadow at the SummitBy Thursday evening, Aurora was lit up like a floating palace, gliding smoothly across the bay under a clear moonlit sky. Three hundred high-net-worth guests in tuxedos and evening gowns filled the upper decks, sipping champagne while live violins played softly.

In a quiet stateroom below, Marcus adjusted the collar of a dark, perfectly fitted suit. He looked transformed—sharp, imposing, and commanding. Victoria walked in wearing a floor-length emerald dress, pausing as she saw him.
"You look like you own the place," she noted gently.
"I feel like an imposter," Marcus admitted.
Before they could head upstairs, Coleman rushed into the hallway, looking panicked. "Ms. Ashford! The port engine pressure is dropping rapidly. The main drive system is overheating again."
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Marcus frowned instantly. "That's impossible. I cleared the lines two days ago."
"Someone tampered with it," Victoria realized, her eyes hardening.
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