ログインThe scream had taken everything out of me. It felt like my soul had escaped through my throat, leaving behind nothing but a cold, hollow shell.
I don’t remember hitting the floor, and I don't remember the nurses rushing in. All I remember is the smell of the floor wax against my cheek and the distant, frantic sound of Daniel’s voice calling my name.
When I finally opened my eyes, the world was a blur of soft whites and muted grays. My body felt heavy, as if I were pinned down by invisible weights. There was a dull ache in my arm, and when I looked down, I saw a clear tube snaking away from my skin, an IV drip feeding me a chemical peace I didn't want.
"Jane? You're awake."
Daniel was there. He hadn't left. He was sitting in a hard plastic chair pulled right up against the side of my bed. He looked like he had aged a decade in a single night. His eyes were bloodshot, and the stubble on his jaw was thick and dark.
He took my hand, his gri
I stood over Pierce, the handgun steady in my grip, while the shattered remains of his hidden camera lay scattered on the floor like glittery teeth.The hallucinogen he’d fed me made the shadows dance, but the cold weight of the weapon anchored me to the present. Behind me, Daniel had dragged himself to a secondary terminal, his fingers dancing across a keyboard with a frantic, rhythmic intensity."It’s not enough to kill him, Jane!" Daniel shouted, his voice strained and wet. He didn't look up from the screen, his face illuminated by a harsh, flickering blue light. "If he dies now, he dies a martyr. The deepfakes stay. The lie becomes the history book."Pierce let out a low, rattling laugh from the floor, clutching his shoulder where a stray shard of glass had grazed him. "You’re too late, boy. The world has already seen the killer. They saw you in that room. They saw the sedative.""They saw a ghost!" Daniel roared, slamming his fist onto the console. "But I found the original packe
I stood at the centre of a triangle of death: Daniel bleeding out in front of me, and Pierce standing behind me, his revolver a heavy weight against the back of my skull.My mind was a storm of static, the recording of my mother’s voice still echoing in my ears.The Riley Debt. My family had been owned by his for twenty years."Do it, Jane," Pierce urged, his voice as smooth as silk. "Pull the trigger. End the man who destroyed your father. Clean the slate."I stared at Daniel. He looked so small against the towering metal shelves. His eyes were closed, his head lolling back against the oak cabinet. He looked like a man who was ready to die. My finger tightened on the trigger, the metal cold and final. But as I leaned in, the watch on the floor, the one Daniel had tossed to me flickered.The laser beam, still active, was reflecting off the polished silver plaque on the opposite wall.The plaque was an honorary award given to m
I moved through the gloom, the weight of the handgun in my pocket feeling like a lead sinker pulling at my soul.Every creak of the building's settling frame made me flinch, my thumb tracing the cold safety switch of the weapon Pierce had given me."Jane."The voice was a ragged, hollow rasp that seemed to come from the very air itself. I spun around, my heart hammering against my ribs, and raised the gun with shaking hands. The barrel wavered in the dim light of the emergency exit sign.Daniel leaned against a heavy oak filing cabinet, his silhouette swaying dangerously. He looked like a ghost that was finally fading. The shoulder of his tactical vest was dark and sodden with the blood I had drawn, and his face was a mask of gray exhaustion.He wasn't holding a gun. He wasn't even in a defensive stance. His hands were empty, held out to his sides in a gesture of total surrender."Stay back!" I screamed, the sound echoing off the cold stone walls. "I know about the contract, Daniel. I
I sat in a high-backed leather chair, my hands shaking so violently I had to tuck them under my thighs. The blood from Daniel’s shoulder was still a drying, copper-scented smear on the edge of my mother’s locket.Pierce moved with a quiet, practiced grace, pouring a glass of amber liquid from a crystal decanter. He didn't look like a villain; he looked like a man carrying the weight of the world. He set the glass on the desk in front of me, but I couldn't touch it."He’s gone, Jane," Pierce said softly, his voice full of a weary kind of grief. "My security lost him in the maintenance tunnels. He knows this building better than the architects. He’s a ghost, just like he always claimed.""He killed my father," I whispered, the words feeling like jagged stones in my mouth. I looked down at the locket. The silver heart that had been my anchor now felt like a poisoned barb. "He used me to open the vault. He used my name to hide his money."
The ballroom was no longer a place of celebration; it was a cold, high-stakes theater where I was the primary witness to my own betrayal.My legs feeling like they were made of cooling glass, watching Daniel. He was surrounded by a ring of security guards, their hands on their holsters, but it was Pierce who dominated the center of the room. Pierce looked like a man who had finally brought a criminal to justice."Check him," Pierce commanded, his voice a low, authoritative rumble.The lead guard, a man with a face like carved granite, stepped forward and forced Daniel to his knees. Daniel didn't fight, he kept his eyes on me, and searching for a spark of the trust we had built in the shadows. But all I felt was a cold, numbing hollow. The guard ripped open a hidden seam in Daniel’s tactical vest, a compartment I hadn't even known existed.He pulled out a small, glass vial. It was filled with a clear, colorless liquid that caught the blue light of th
The image that appeared wasn't grainy hospital footage. It was high-definition, crystal clear, and devastating.The screen showed my father’s hospital room, but the man standing over the bed wasn't Pierce. It was Daniel.I felt the air leave my lungs in a sharp, painful gasp. On the screen, Daniel was leaning down, his hand resting on my father’s shoulder. The audio was pristine, amplified through the massive ballroom speakers so that every billionaire and politician in the room could hear it."It’s over, Thomas," Daniel’s voice boomed, sounding cold and predatory. "The Foundation is mine now. You’re just a loose end."The video showed Daniel’s hand moving toward the oxygen line. He didn't look like the man who had saved me from the fire. He looked like a wolf who had finally cornered his prey. My father’s eyes on the screen were wide with a terror that I recognized, the same terror I had seen in







