The chalet’s main room was dimly lit, the fireplace crackling softly. The team sat around the wooden table, laptops open, coffee cups scattered between them. Alias had left the room an hour ago, frustrated, needing air. That was fine. They needed this moment without him. Sofia leaned back in her chair, arms crossed. “Alright, let’s be real—Alias’ plan is good, but it’s also rigid as hell. If we do this his way, we increase the risk of failure before we even launch.” Raj nodded, sipping his es...
