Reluctantly, Max had let her go, but only after making Fred promise to keep the car running and the doors locked.
Now, a few hours later, the emergency had been handled with her usual surgical precision, but the effort had drained the last of her reserves. Her reflection in the glass looked ghostly, her skin a shade too pale against the dark fabric of her suit.
Mia sat in her darkened office, her eyes glued to the security feed. On her screen, she watched the lobby of Byron Corporation. Ruby was moving toward the elevators, her pace slow and steady.
"Perfect," Mia whispered to herself, her fingers hovering over the override code. "The service elevator is empty. She's going to step right into the box, and then... darkness."
Acacia stood behind her, gripping her own elbows. "Mia, are you sure about this? If she gets hurt, Max will burn this entire city to the ground to find who did it."
