Chapter 17 - Shadows Closing In On Fiona
Ivan walked quietly across the thick wool carpet, stopping a few feet away from her desk. “What’s in the vault, Jessi?” he asked gently, noticing the tension in her shoulders. She looked up, her gray eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
“Nothing in the vault, Ivan,” she confessed softly, standing up without her brace, completely dropping her corporate armor. “I just couldn't bear the thought of sitting in this massive empty office alone tonight.”
Before Ivan could respond, his burner phone buzzed violently in his pocket with an automated security alert. He pulled it out to check the screen, and his blood instantly ran cold.
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The high-definition security camera feed from his upstate home flashed red, showing two masked intruders kicking open the front door. Fiona’s terrified screams echoed faintly through the live audio stream before the connection suddenly cut to static.
“Ivan? What is it?” Jessi asked, stepping forward as she saw the sheer panic wash over his face. “They’re at my house,” Ivan snarled, his military instincts kicking into hyper-drive as pure, unadulterated rage took over his entire body.
