The silence after the explosion was more terrifying than the blast itself. Where moments before had been the hum of conversation and clinking glasses, now there was only the groaning of damaged steel, the tinkle of falling glass, and the low moans of the injured. Emergency sirens wailed in the distance, growing closer with each passing second. Red and blue lights strobed through the smoke-filled air as first responders converged on the Meridian Hotel, their radios crackling with urgent communications. FBI Agent Sarah Martinez coughed, wiping dust from her eyes as she surveyed the devastation. Her team had been positioned strategically throughout the room, ready to arrest Greg Richards the moment Elodie Richards revealed her hand. They had anticipated corporate drama, legal battles, perhaps even some physical resistance. They had not anticipated domestic terrorism. "Martinez!" Agent Collins stumbled through the debris, his suit torn and bloodied. "Richards is secure. We got him
The silence after the explosion was more terrifying than the blast itself. Where moments before had been the hum of conversation and clinking glasses, now there was only the groaning of damaged steel, the tinkle of falling glass, and the low moans of the injured. Emergency sirens wailed in the distance, growing closer with each passing second. Red and blue lights strobed through the smoke-filled air as first responders converged on the Meridian Hotel, their radios crackling with urgent communications. FBI Agent Sarah Martinez coughed, wiping dust from her eyes as she surveyed the devastation. Her team had been positioned strategically throughout the room, ready to arrest Greg Richards the moment Elodie Richards revealed her hand. They had anticipated corporate drama, legal battles, perhaps even some physical resistance. They had not anticipated domestic terrorism. "Martinez!" Agent Collins stumbled through the debris, his suit torn and bloodied. "Richards is secure. We got him
The silence after the explosion was more terrifying than the blast itself. Where moments before had been the hum of conversation and clinking glasses, now there was only the groaning of damaged steel, the tinkle of falling glass, and the low moans of the injured. Emergency sirens wailed in the distance, growing closer with each passing second. Red and blue lights strobed through the smoke-filled air as first responders converged on the Meridian Hotel, their radios crackling with urgent communications. FBI Agent Sarah Martinez coughed, wiping dust from her eyes as she surveyed the devastation. Her team had been positioned strategically throughout the room, ready to arrest Greg Richards the moment Elodie Richards revealed her hand. They had anticipated corporate drama, legal battles, perhaps even some physical resistance. They had not anticipated domestic terrorism. "Martinez!" Agent Collins stumbled through the debris, his suit torn and bloodied. "Richards is secure. We got him
The silence after the explosion was more terrifying than the blast itself. Where moments before had been the hum of conversation and clinking glasses, now there was only the groaning of damaged steel, the tinkle of falling glass, and the low moans of the injured. Emergency sirens wailed in the distance, growing closer with each passing second. Red and blue lights strobed through the smoke-filled air as first responders converged on the Meridian Hotel, their radios crackling with urgent communications. FBI Agent Sarah Martinez coughed, wiping dust from her eyes as she surveyed the devastation. Her team had been positioned strategically throughout the room, ready to arrest Greg Richards the moment Elodie Richards revealed her hand. They had anticipated corporate drama, legal battles, perhaps even some physical resistance. They had not anticipated domestic terrorism. "Martinez!" Agent Collins stumbled through the debris, his suit torn and bloodied. "Richards is secure. We got him
Williams checked his watch as their car navigated the traffic toward the Meridian Hotel. Everything was proceeding according to plan, but his instincts...honed by high-stakes business deals, were screaming that something was off. "You're tense," Elodie observed, her hand finding his. "What's wrong?" "Probably nothing. Just... stay close to me tonight. Don't go anywhere alone." His eyes scanned the streets around them, noting the cars, the pedestrians, anything that seemed out of place. "Williams, you're being paranoid." "Paranoid keeps you alive." His voice was grim. "Greg and Mandy aren't going to just accept defeat. Cornered animals are the most dangerous." As if summoned by his words, Williams caught sight of a black sedan in his rearview mirror. It had been following them for the past six blocks, maintaining a careful distance but never falling back or changing lanes. "Hold on," Williams said quietly, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. "What....." Williams
Elodie stood before the full-length mirror in Williams' bedroom, her hands smoothing down the crimson fabric of her dress. The red silk hugged her curves perfectly, professional yet striking, the kind of outfit that commanded attention and respect. She had chosen it specifically for this moment—the day she would reclaim her birthright. Two hours. In two hours, she would walk into that party and watch Greg's face as his world crumbled around him. The thought sent a thrill of satisfaction through her veins, and she couldn't suppress the smile that curved her lips. Williams emerged from the closet, adjusting his black shirt. The deep red tie around his neck matched her dress perfectly—a coordinated statement that they were a united front. When he caught sight of her in the mirror, he stopped dead in his tracks. "Elodie." His voice was rough with appreciation. "You look..." "Professional?" she suggested, turning to face him. "Devastating." His eyes traveled over her with an in