LOGINElena's POVThree weeks later.We were in a small coastal town in Portugal. Fake passports. Fake names. Sarah and James Costa, a couple escaping the American rat race for a quieter life.The lies came easily now.I sat in our rented apartment, watching the news on my laptop. American news. Searching for any mention of what we'd left behind.And there it was.APEX EXECUTIVE FOUND DEAD IN QUEENS MOTELVictor Kaine, Senior Director at Apex Collective, was discovered deceased in an apparent murder. Investigation ongoing.My hands started shaking.I clicked the article. Read every word.Victor Kaine, 34, was found dead in a Queens motel three weeks after being reported missing. Authorities say he died from a gunshot wound to the chest. The investigation has revealed connections to Adrien Sterling, CEO of Sterling Enterprises, who is wanted for questioning in relation to the death.Apex Collective released a statement mourning Kaine's death: "Victor was a dedicated member of our team. His l
Elena's POVWe found a cheap motel in Queens. The kind of place that didn't ask questions and took cash.Adrien went out for supplies, food, burner phones, and anything we'd need to stay hidden while we figured out our next move.I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing.My phone buzzed. The burner Adrien had bought before he left.Unknown number.I almost didn't answer. But something made me pick up."Elena." Victor's voice. Rough. Broken. "I know where you are."My blood went cold. "How""I've been tracking Adrien since the warehouse. Following him. Watching." He paused. "I'm outside your motel. Room 23. I can see the light under your door."I stood, heart pounding. "Victor, listen to me.""I have to do this," he said. "Morgan gave me orders. Kill you both. His voice cracked. "I don't want to. God, I don't want to. But I don't know how to say no to her.""Then don't come in. Just leave. Disappear. You don't have to do what she says.""Yes, I do." The door handle turned.I'
Elena's POVI was at Apex headquarters in New York, pretending to finalize conference preparations while my heart pounded with anxiety.Somewhere in the city, Adrien was meeting Victor for the exchange. The corrupted drive for Clara's life.My phone buzzed. Adrien.Meeting location confirmed. Victor chose an abandoned warehouse in Brooklyn. Going in now.I typed back quickly: Be careful. Don't give him the drive until you have Clara.I know. Love you.Love you too.I stared at my phone, willing it to buzz again with good news. That Clara was safe. That the exchange worked. That we were one step closer to ending this.Thirty minutes passed. Forty-five. An hour.Nothing.I tried calling Adrien. Straight to voicemail.My hands started shaking.Then my phone rang. Unknown number."Hello?"Adrien's voice, strained and broken: "Elena. It's done. The drive is gone.""Where's Clara?"Silence. Then: "She's dead. Victor killed her. Right in front of me."The world tilted. "What?""He had backup
Elena's POVI arrived at Apex early, trying to maintain the appearance of normalcy. The article was still dominating news cycles. Stock prices are fluctuating. Board members are panicking.But inside, I was thinking about Morgan's ultimatum. About the choice I had to make in Geneva.My phone buzzed. A message from an internal Apex number I didn't recognize.Conference Room 7B. Now. Come alone. -VVictor.I glanced around. No one was watching. I slipped down the corridor to the smaller conference rooms on the seventh floor.Victor was there, pacing. He looked terrible, disheveled, with circles under his eyes, hands shaking."Victor? What's wrong?"He turned. His eyes were wild. Desperate. "She knows. Morgan knows I gave you the files. She knows everything."My blood went cold. "How?""I don't know. She just called me in this morning. Showed me surveillance footage of me at your safe house. At Adrien's location. She has everything." He ran his hands through his hair. "She said I have on
Elena's POVDay 10, 3:47 pmMy phone buzzed. Miguel.It's done. The article is live. Going dark for a few hours.I sat up in bed, heart pounding. We'd discussed this yesterday after Victor committed to testifying. Miguel had argued that publishing a partial exposé before Geneva would:Put public pressure on Morgan, making it harder for her to silence usForce media attention on Apex right when we needed itCreate chaos that would give us cover to moveAdrien had been hesitant. But I'd agreed with Miguel. Sometimes you had to strike first.I pulled out my laptop. Found it within minutes, it was already spreading across independent news sites.SHADOW EMPIRE: How a Global Investment Firm Controls Governments, Markets, and LivesBy Claire Reeves.Miguel had published it. Without telling us. Without warning.I read through it quickly. Apex's shell companies. Political connections. Mysterious deaths. All carefully worded, no smoking gun evidence yet, but damning.Within an hour, it had ten
Adrien's POVThe video file arrived at 3:47 AM.No message. No context. Just an anonymous upload to the secure server I'd been using to monitor Apex's network traffic.I almost deleted it, assuming it was spam, a virus, or another one of Morgan's attempts to compromise my systems.But something made me click it.The footage was grainy. Security camera quality. Timestamp: three months ago. Location: an Apex warehouse in Brooklyn.And there, in the center of the frame, was Victor Kaine.He was standing over a man tied to a chair. The man was begging. Pleading. I couldn't hear the audio, but I could read his lips: Please. I have a family. Please.Victor's expression was cold. Detached. He pulled out a gun.The man kept begging.Victor shot him. Once. Clean. Professional.Then he walked away, leaving the body slumped in the chair.The video ended.I sat there, staring at the frozen final frame. Victor's back as he exited the warehouse. A killer. A murderer. Caught on camera.This was it.







