Chapter 9 - Brenda Plots Her Revenge From A Holding Room
Two floors beneath the executive suites, Brenda sat inside a windowless holding cell with gray cinderblock walls and a single steel bench.
Her hair was messy, her designer dress was torn at the shoulder, but her eyes burned with the manic fire of an unhinged predator.
She paced the small room like a caged tigress, running her fingernails across the rough concrete wall until her skin began to bleed.
“They think they’ve won... they think cutting off my access will stop the game,” Brenda whispered to herself, a twisted smile forming.
She walked over to the heavy steel door, pressing her ear against the cold metal to listen for the footsteps of her guards.
She knew where the emergency contingency funds were hidden in the Cayman Islands shell accounts under Preston’s secondary identity.
If she could just get her hands on a burner phone before morning, she could deploy a scorched-earth campaign against the entire Moretti family.
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Suddenly, the heavy metal door clicked open, and a tall, shadowy figure stepped into the dim light of the holding cell.
Brenda smirked, thinking it was Preston coming to rescue her, but her smile vanished instantly when she saw who was standing before her.
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