“Execute Protocol 7.” There was a brief silence on the line. He knew exactly what that meant.
It was an emergency clause we had created years earlier—something I had promised never to activate unless my safety or dignity had truly been crossed.
“Protocol 7?” Arthur asked carefully. “Cassidy… are you certain? The Morrisons could lose everything.”
“I’m certain,” I said, looking directly at Brendan as his smile slowly vanished.
“Effective immediately.” I ended the call and placed my phone gently on the table beside a crystal wine glass.
“Protocol 7?” Brendan scoffed uneasily. “What is that supposed to mean?
Some dramatic line from a movie?” But in less than ten minutes… he would understand exactly what it meant…
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