LOGIN11:57 p.m. – Ryder Tower
The elevator remembered her fingerprint,her scent as she stepped into it..
Eighty-seven floors in forty-two seconds. Her ears popped like champagne corks as if ready to receive any news
The doors opened to a total blackout with
Only the city lights through the glass walls. Damien stood at the far end, backlit, holding a scotch in hand. He wore the same suit from the anniversary dinner,but now rumpled tie gone Eyes bloodshot he looked everything as one who was abandoned by his mother and couldn't care for himself
“You came,” he said, his voice soft yet dangerous.
“I always come when called,” she said. “Old habit.”she scoffed
He laughed but his voice cracked. “Sit.”he commanded but she didn’t, she wasn't gonna let him order her around she might have honored his request but it was out of her own Goodwill and not because he ordered her to she thought to herself while maintaining eye contact she walked the length of the conference table instead. Her heels clicked like a metronome Counting down,Damien set a folder down. It was thick. Red-stamped. Boldly written on it was a CUSTODY AGREEMENT – FULL TERMINATION OF PARENTAL RIGHTS.
“Sign, it” he said. “You keep VossTech. I keep the kid. Clean.”
Aurora tilted her head. “You think I’d let you raise my child?”you must be joking she added
“Our child,” he corrected. “And you’re not exactly mother material. The clinic records—”
“Forged.” she interrupted him and you,you think you are father material?? Do you really think you could raise a kid ? Not to talk of one born of me you gotta be kidding me she said almost screaming but was able to control her emotions She pulled the second flash drive from her clutch. And held it up. “But these aren’t. $87 million siphoned to the Caymans. Signed by you. Dated the day you served me papers.”
His face went slack. “Lila.” he muttered
“Lila,” Aurora confirmed. “The sneaky bitch ran to me the moment she saw you for you truly, but guess what unlike you I don't feed off of weaklings I let her go but not before she gave me all I needed against you.
Damien’s hand moved to his pocket. Slowly but Deliberately. A gun. Small. Matte black.
“Sit,” he said again. This time, the word was a snarl.
Aurora sat.
He slid the custody papers across. A pen. Montblanc. Same one from the anniversary.
“Sign.”
She picked up the pen. Twirled it.
“You know what I loved most about you?” she asked. “Your arrogance. You never thought I’d fight back.”
Her phone vibrated in her clutch. She didn’t check it.
Damien leaned in. “You’re bluffing. You need me. The board—”
“The board voted me interim CEO this morning,” she said. “75 % controlling interest. Effective the moment Victor’s heart stops Which, by the way, won’t be tonight.”she lied of course she wasn't going to let him know that only half of the board votes her in while the rest didn't ,she wasn't going to let him treat her like trash anymore and just like her mother said in the letter she won't let anybody belittle anymore not even damien her heart beat increasing with her heart pulsating against her chest she was determined she wasn't going to let Damien see through her fears today
She tapped the flash drive on the table. “This goes live in ninety seconds. Every regulator, every journalist, every shareholder. Ryder Corp collapses by sunrise. You’ll be in federal custody by lunch.”
Damien’s hand tightened on the gun. “You’d destroy everything we built?”
“We?” She laughed. “I built VossTech. You just married into it.”
The lights flickered. Once. Twice.
Damien glanced up. “What the—”
The glass wall behind him shattered inward. Two figures in black dropped from the ceiling on ropes, silent as ghosts. Ex-Mossad. One disarmed Damien in a blink, the gun clattering across the marble. The other zip-tied his wrists.
Aurora stood.
“You said come alone,” Damien spat.
“I lied.”
She walked to the broken window. Wind howled through. Below, police lights strobed red and blue. Sirens.
Victor’s voice crackled in her earpiece. “Feds are in the lobby. Craig one of the shareholders who voted you in is live-streaming to the board. It’s over.”
Aurora turned back to Damien. He was on his knees now, face slack with shock.
“You wanted a war,” she said. “You got one.”
She pulled the custody papers from the folder. Tore them in half. Let the pieces flutter like confetti.
Then she knelt, eye-level.
“The baby’s mine. The company’s mine. You’re done.”
Damien lunged, teeth bared. One of the Mossad agents clocked him with a rifle butt. He went down hard.
Aurora stood. Brushed imaginary dust from her dress.
As the agents dragged Damien toward the elevator, she called after him.
“Oh, and Damien?”
He looked up, blood trickling from his lip.
“Happy anniversary.”
12:03 a.m. – Voss Penthouse
Victor was asleep when she got back. Oxygen hissing. Monitors beeping steady. She stood over him for a long moment, watching the rise and fall of his chest.
Then she went to the nursery, still half-finished. White walls. A crib delivered that afternoon. She opened the closet. Inside: a tiny black onesie. VossTech logo on the chest.
She pressed it to her face. Breathed in the new cotton smell.
Her phone beeped there was . A new message. Not Damien. Not Victor.from an Unknown Number:
“The child will be born under a blood moon. Protect her. They’re still coming.
– E.
Aurora’s blood went cold.
She looked at the date on her phone.
April 19th. 3:33 a.m.
Her due date.
She pressed a hand to her stomach. Felt the flutter, small but fierce.
“We’re not done yet,” she whispered to the dark. “But we’re ready.”
Outside, the city held its breath….
A knock at the door. 3:34 a.m.
Victor’s nurse, pale:
“Mr. Kane’s heart stopped. He’s asking for you. Says it’s about the blood moon.”
4:27 a.m. – Beneath Brooklyn, Sub-Level 7The SUV sped through a freight road that shouldn’t have been there,tires screeching against rusted rails. Lila turned off the headlights.The darkness of the tunnel covered them all , a black opening lined with dripping concrete and the faint smell of mildew. The engine’s sound echoed , the sound reduced reduced as the came to a stop, stepping out of the SUV Aurora walked into the building, Aurora placed her palm on the window. They steel ice cold. There were no markings nor were there signs ,it was just the low sounds of servers breathing in the dark, a mechanical whirring that pulsated through the floor and into her bones. She felt it in her teeth, even as the baby kicked against her ribs. Are you sure this is the place?” Lila asked with her voice swallowed by the dark.Aurora didn’t answer. She just kept staring at the burner phone. There was another message with the same signature.“E: You’re early”Good. The text read ,The child’s heart rat
3:36 a.m. – Voss PenthouseAurora ran.The everything seemed blurred as she walked through the corridor,barefoot,her hair free falling on her shoulder all messy ,beating louder than the monitors. The nurse tried to stop her, whispering between them something about oxygen saturation and morphine, but Aurora, unable to hear them, pushed open the doors to Victor’s room with the little strength she could gather. On entering the room she was met with the metallic taste in her mouth,a sterile scent which felt final. Victor laid there lifeless on the pillows, skin the color of fading parchment. His chest barely rises. The oxygen mask hung loose at his jaw. When his eyes found her, they lit up but not with life, but with duty.“You… came,” he managed to say while trying to lift his .“I always do,” Aurora said admist sobs exactly the same words she had said to Damien hours ago. “Don’t you dare die before telling me what the hell the ‘blood moon’ means.”she said Victor’s cracked lips curved in
11:57 p.m. – Ryder TowerThe elevator remembered her fingerprint,her scent as she stepped into it..Eighty-seven floors in forty-two seconds. Her ears popped like champagne corks as if ready to receive any newsThe doors opened to a total blackout with Only the city lights through the glass walls. Damien stood at the far end, backlit, holding a scotch in hand. He wore the same suit from the anniversary dinner,but now rumpled tie gone Eyes bloodshot he looked everything as one who was abandoned by his mother and couldn't care for himself“You came,” he said, his voice soft yet dangerous.“I always come when called,” she said. “Old habit.”she scoffedHe laughed but his voice cracked. “Sit.”he commanded but she didn’t, she wasn't gonna let him order her around she might have honored his request but it was out of her own Goodwill and not because he ordered her to she thought to herself while maintaining eye contact she walked the length of the conference table instead. Her heels clicked
The elevator didn’t climb; it groaned, cables singing the same three-note they had always hummed since the building was new. Aurora leaned in onto the mirrored wall, hoodie reversed, wet hair dripping on the marble that cost more per square foot than most people’s rent. The keycard sat against her ribs as it burned against her skin; the flash drive in her bra moved with every heartbeat.The elevator stopped at Forty-seven.Doors parted with a tired sigh.Victor Kane waited in a robe the color of dried blood, oxygen hissing from the tank beside his wheelchair. Snow-white hair, parchment skin, storm-gray eyes damien’s eyes, only older locked on the faint curve beneath her hoodie.“You’re late,” he rasped. “And you’re not traveling light.”he said staring down on her stomachAurora’s hand flew to her stomach. “How—”she muttered as if trying to ask him how he knew she was pregnant“Sit.”he said to her but she didn’t. “You knew my mother.”? She said as if asking a question “I loved her.” Hi
The rain didn’t fall, it drizzledSideways, needle-sharp, the kind of New York storm that turns umbrellas inside out and makes strangers curse under their breath. Aurora Ryder and definitely “no, Voss, she reminded herself as if she'd lost her memory and was quick to snap herself right back.she stood on the curb outside Ryder Tower, one suitcase at her feet, crimson gown soaked through to the skin. The silk clung like guilt.A paparazzo’s flash popped. Then another.“Aurora! Over here! Any comment on the divorce?”She didn’t move didn't even try to look in the direction of the paparazzi. Just raised her middle finger, slow and deliberate, and climbed into the Uber before the driver could ask twice.The motel was off the BQE, neon sign flickering V-CAN-Y. The clerk didn’t look up from his phone. “Seventy-nine a night. Cash or card?”She slid her black Amex across the counter. The machine beeped her card was declinedOf course Damien had frozen the joint accounts,he just had to she sigh
The penthouse smelled of orchids, truffle oil, and the metallic tang of coming war.Aurora Ryder stood barefoot on the heated marble, the hem of her crimson silk gown pooling like fresh blood. She’d chosen the dress for its color (Damien once said red made her look “untouchable”), and tonight she needed every inch of confidence that she could get. Ten years of marriage, and she still measured herself against his approval.She checked the dining table for the third time. The wagyu had been flown in from Kobe that morning; the risotto simmered under a silver cloche; the chocolate soufflé waited in the warmer, its dome already beginning to collapse. She’d cooked it herself “no staff tonight she thought to herself”. She wanted him to taste her hands in every bite.The elevator clicked at 9:17 p.m.Damien walked in, loosening his tie with the absent grace of a man who’d never had to wait for anything. His suit cost more than most people’s rent. His eyes “storm-gray, always calculating”look







