[145 Days Left to Live]
"I already made the necessary calls," Brent said firmly, his voice low but full of urgency as he stood in Cassius' dimly lit study. "They don't have much time. We need your cooperation, Cassius. I can't do this without you."
Cassius, lounging on his favorite leather armchair, looked up slowly. His sharp eyes, always masked with a thin veil of mystery, now gleamed with something colder.
"You think I would just sit here and let them die?" he replied, setting down his glass of untouched scotch. "I need them alive as much as you do."
Brent gave a short nod. He'd worked with Cassius long enough to know that when he did speak, he meant every word. But even now, he couldn't help but glance at Sophia who stood silently to the side, arms crossed and gaze unwavering.
"Sophia," Cassius said suddenly without looking at her. "Call Kendrick. Now."
Sophia nodded once, then pulled out her phone and dialed. Her eyebrows furrowed as she listened.
