Chapter 2 - THE LOCKING OF THE DOORS
The heavy mechanical click echoed through the private room like the snapping of a steel trap.
Jonathan’s arrogant smirk vanished instantly, replaced by a pale look of sheer, unadulterated panic.
He spun around on his heel, throwing his weight against the massive dark wooden double doors.
The reinforced titanium deadbolts held firm, refusing to budge even a fraction of an inch under his desperate assault.
"Open this door right now! Do you have any idea who my family is?!" Jonathan shouted, slamming his fists against the carved oak.
Elena stood motionless near the center of the room, her royal blue satin evening gown catching the amber chandelier light.
The visible cuts and bloodstains across her neck and cheek only added to her terrifying, statuesque composure.
She lowered the black smartphone from her ear, her dark hair in its elegant updo remaining completely undisturbed.
"Your family name doesn't mean a single thing inside this federal jurisdiction, Jonathan," Elena whispered coldly.
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The dome security camera mounted on the ceiling hummed softly, tracking his frantic movements with mechanical precision.
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