Chapter 9
The Air Grows Cold And Thin
“Arthur!” I roared, sprinting up the stairs and throwing my weight against the heavy steel vault door.
It didn't budge an inch; the solid iron construction was designed to withstand explosives, let alone human force.
“Save your breath, boy,” Arthur sneered through the intercom speaker. “That room was built in eighteen ninety as a bank vault.”
“It is completely airtight, soundproof, and buried under six feet of reinforced stone and earth.”
“In approximately three hours, the oxygen inside that chamber will be completely depleted.”
“By tomorrow morning, Sterling will discover both of you dead from an unfortunate gas leak caused by a faulty boiler.”
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“The press will mourn the tragic loss of the newlyweds, and as Clara’s grieving father, I will inherit the entire trust automatically.”
The intercom clicked off with a sharp snap, leaving us in absolute, suffocating darkness as the speaker power cut out.
