CIARAThe intercom on my desk wasn't just buzzing; it was practically screaming. Mary’s voice, usually a model of corporate detachment, was pitched so high it sounded ready to shatter the glass walls of the penthouse suite.I snapped my laptop shut, my reading glasses flying onto the blotter. "Mary, calm down. What is it? I am in the middle of reviewing the European shipping logs.""It’s Mr. Mathew, ma'am! He... he just blasted through the garage security checkpoint!" she gasped, her breathing loud and ragged through the speaker. "He looks completely undone. He's bleeding, he’s shaking, and he almost took out the lower gate reinforcing bolts! They're trying to contain the area, but he won't let anyone near the vehicle!"My heart stopped. The world narrowed down to a single, freezing point of pure terror. Maggie."Lock down the penthouse elevator grid, Mary," I commanded, my voice dropping into that flat, icy plateau as I swept my phone and car keys off the desk. "Tell the floor team t
Last Updated : 2026-06-22
