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Chapter 99: A Dead End

مؤلف: Karensia
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- SIERRA

The hum of the jet engines was vibrating straight through my skull. We were somewhere over the Atlantic, the cabin dark except for the little amber reading lights over our seats. Desmond was sitting right across from me, his eyes shut, his arms crossed over his chest like he was asleep. But he wasn’t. His jaw was so tight I could see the muscle ticking every few seconds.

I leaned back into the leather, staring at him. The grey sweater he’d made me put on felt heavy, suffocating. I coul
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    - SIERRA"The service chute," Aleena said finally, her keyboard clacking, dropping off completely. Her voice was suddenly dead serious. "Sierra, listen to me. I have checked the blueprint. Inside your guest room utility closet, behind the extra linens, there’s an old wall panel. It’s the building’s industrial laundry and trash elevator, the old mechanical lift from before the high-rise renovation."I heard her take a sharp breath, her fingers flying across the keys again."It runs on the building's core utility grid, not Desmond’s private automated system. The guards won't see it cycle on their monitors. I’m pulling up the maintenance mainframe right now using my tech division clearance. I can force a manual override from my terminal to unlock the gate on the eighty-floor junction. Give me ten seconds.""Ten seconds? Lee, I can literally hear one of the guards pacing right outside my penthouse door," I whispered, my heart racing wildly that it felt like it was going to break through.

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    - SIERRA"You have got to be shitting me," I whispered to the empty room.My phone was practically vibrating out of my hand. I stared at the screen, my thumb frozen over the refresh button on the Daily Ledger feed. There it was. A grainy, black-and-white sonogram, looking like some twisted piece of abstract art, right next to Desmond’s stupid, handsome face. The caption below it was a calculated psychological warfare: “Building the next Zimmerman legacy.”My stomach lurched again, but this time it had nothing to do with morning sickness. It was from the panic crashing over me.I scrambled off the bed and ran to the heavy drapes, yanking them back just an inch. Eighty stories below, the street looked like a disturbed anthill. The paparazzi hadn't just doubled; they’d brought reinforcement vans, satellite dishes, and a small army of telephoto lenses aimed straight up at our glass terrace. The main garage exit was completely choked out by a wall of black jackets and flashing bulbs.I ba

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    - DESMONDI sat at my mahogany desk for sixty minutes just staring at the skin on my palms.They were shaking. A hard, rhythmic tremor that I couldn't stop, no matter how hard I clenched my fists. Your touch. Every time you come near me, Desmond... it makes me sick.The words pulsed through my head over and over again. I’ve had board members scream in my face. I’ve had foreign logistics directors threaten to hijack my cargo lines in the middle of the Atlantic. I’ve had my own grandfather tell me I was a failure before I hit my twentieth birthday. None of it ever made my chest cave in like this.I leaned my elbows on the desk and buried my face in my hands, breathing in the dark silence of the study. The great Desmond Zimmerman was completely leveled by a five-foot-five girl in a kitchen floor covered in broken pottery.My private cell phone buzzed against the leather blotter. I didn't want to pick it up. I wanted to throw it through the glass window and watch it drop eighty stories

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    - SIERRAThe sun wasn't even fully up yet. The sky beyond the floor-to-ceiling kitchen windows had turned a bleak, bruised shade of purple, and I was on my knees on the Italian marble, my hands gripping the sink's edge.I didn't make it to the bathroom. I barely made it past the breakfast island before my stomach completely flipped inside out. I lunged for the small stainless steel trash can by the pantry, hitting the foot pedal so hard the lid slammed back against the cabinetry with a loud bang.God, I hate this. It was awful. It wasn't just the normal morning sickness anymore. The black coffee from the night before and the nonstop stress of the last seventy-two hours had completely wrecked my stomach. Every headline, every buzz of my phone, every mental image of Vivian’s smug face was hitting me all at once, rendering me completely useless over the drain.My throat burned. My chest heaved so hard my ribs felt like they were going to crack.I drew in a shaky breath and rested my fore

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    - SIERRAI hesitated, glancing at the amber liquid as I weighed my options. It would be easier to just take a sip than to explain why I was refusing, but I knew I couldn't. With the pregnancy, alcohol was completely off the table."I'll pass," I said, forcing my voice to stay calm between the lies.

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