Chapter 3
Panic finally shattered Victoria's icy façade, her dark eyes darting frantically toward the grand mahogany doors of the dining hall.
Two armed federal marshals in tactical gear stepped into the room from the foyer, blocking any possible exit route.
"You cannot do this! I am a major donor to the governor's reelection campaign! You will pay for this humiliation!" Victoria shrieked.
"The governor cannot save you from a federal homicide and kidnapping investigation, Mrs. Vance," Sarah stated with absolute finality.
Mia watched the chaos unfold with a terrifying calmness, stepping away from Martha to approach the edge of the mahogany table.
She reached out with a small, steady hand and touched the glossy photograph where her mother's smiling face looked back at her.
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"You thought nobody would ever look behind the locked doors of the west wing, didn't you?" Mia asked softly.
Victoria gasped, her breath catching in her throat as a cold bead of sweat rolled down her meticulously powdered neck.
