The Ceo's possession: claiming his chaos
She was trapped in a inside while her world burned outside.
Suddenly, the floor beneath her palms began to vibrate. It wasn't the sharp jolt of another blast. It was a steady, rhythmic thrumming that grew into a roar. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Then came the sounds of chaos—the unmistakable crash of glass breaking and the rapid-fire pop-pop-pop of high-caliber weapons.
"The backup," she breathed, a spark of hope cutting through the pain.