Chapter 10 - The Midnight Raid: Betrayal in the Heart of the Glass Tower
I didn't make it back to the ballroom.
As I turned to open the door, two of Marcus’s private security guards stepped
out from the adjoining corridor, blocking my path. Before I could scream for
Frank, a damp cloth smelling sharply of chemicals was pressed over my nose and
mouth.
The world spun into blackness.
When I opened my eyes, the cold air bit into my skin. I was sitting tied to a
chair in the subterranean parking garage beneath the unfinished Reed Logistics
Center on the southern edge of the city. Rain poured down the concrete ramp
outside.
Marcus stood a few yards away, pacing furiously on his cell phone.
“I don't care about the board meeting anymore!” Marcus snarled into the phone.
“Tell Graham if he wants to see his wife alive, he brings the original trust
deed and the master encryption keys to the south warehouse within thirty
minutes. Alone!”
Marcus ended the call and turned to me, his face twisted in madness. “He
actually cares about you. The Ice King actually threw away his company security
protocol to come running for a secretary.”
“He will tear you apart, Marcus,” I spat, struggling against the heavy ropes
around my wrists.
“He won’t get the chance,” Marcus sneered, pulling a black semi-automatic pistol
from his coat pocket and checking the chamber. “Once he signs over the physical
shares, there will be a tragic construction accident. A gas leak. A fire. A
grieving uncle who takes over the family business to honor his late nephew.”
Headlights suddenly swept across the concrete walls of the garage.
A sleek black SUV roared down the ramp, tires screeching against the wet
pavement, and slammed to a halt twenty yards from us.
The driver’s door opened, and Graham stepped out into the pouring rain.
He wasn't wearing his suit jacket. His white shirt was soaked, clinging to his
broad shoulders, and his eyes were colder and deadlier than anything I had ever
seen in my life. He held a leather briefcase in one hand.
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“Let her go, Marcus,” Graham’s voice echoed like thunder through the empty
garage. “You have what you wanted. The trust documents are here.”
