Chapter 11: A New Threat

In New York, the clock struck midnight. The rain began to fall, its drops hitting the roofs of tall buildings hard, adding to the gloom of the dark night.

In a far corner of the city, a federal building stood tall, its main gate slowly opening. The dim light of a streetlamp bounced off the puddles, highlighting the figure of a man stepping out with his head held high.

Samuel Abraham.

The man in his thirties did not look like a recently released prisoner. An expensive gray suit wrapped around his body, giving him an elegant appearance that contrasted with his long sentence. His face was clean, without a beard, and his brown hair was neatly combed. Next to him, an older man in a black suit matched his pace, clutching a heavy-looking leather briefcase.

“Welcome back, Mr. Samuel,” the old man said in a respectful tone. This was Roland, the loyal attorney who had always stood by Samuel's side through the toughest of trials. Roland knew his client's dark side — the secrets that were never