“Dad. Lock down the building.”
“Dad. Lock down the building.”
I whispered into my phone, ignoring the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth.
Around me, crystal chandeliers illuminated one of Manhattan's most exclusive charity galas. Billionaires laughed. Politicians shook hands. Cameras flashed.
Nobody noticed the woman standing near the VIP lounge with a torn evening gown and a split lip.
Or maybe they did.
Maybe they simply enjoyed the spectacle.
Behind me, Victor Ashford adjusted his tuxedo and raised a champagne glass.
“Look at this!” he shouted to the crowd.
“She actually thinks someone is coming to save her.”
Laughter erupted throughout the ballroom.
Victor was powerful.
The heir of Ashford Global.
The man everyone feared.
Ten minutes earlier, he had dragged me into the VIP lounge, accused me of sabotaging his billion-dollar acquisition deal, and shoved me into a marble table.
Now he was enjoying my humiliation.
“You're trapped here,” he sneered.
“Call whoever you want.”
I slowly lowered my phone.
Then I smiled.
A dark smile.
Not because I was unafraid.
Because he had just made the biggest mistake of his life.
Across the room…
BOOM.
Heavy steel security doors slammed shut.
The laughter immediately faded.
Everyone turned.]
“What the hell was that?”
Another sound echoed.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Every exit sealed.
Victor frowned.
“You did this?”
I looked directly into his eyes.
“They think this room protects them.”
I paused.
“They don't realize the doors just locked from the outside.”
Then my phone vibrated.
One message.
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Extraction Team: Arrived.
The game had officially changed.
👇 THE EXTRACTION BEGINS 👇
