The night had draped the city in shadows, and the wind whispered softly through the trees surrounding Tripathi's mansion. From the balcony of his sprawling penthouse, he stood tall, a lone figure carved against the silver glow of the moon. His black coffee mug steamed faintly in his hand, the aroma mingling with the crisp night air, but his mind wasn't on the warmth of the drink.
A faint vibration on his phone broke the silence. Without looking, he flipped the device open. The caller ID was familiar-one of his most trusted lieutenants, voice sharp and urgent.
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