Chapter 3: The Lights in the Dark
The yacht drifted, helpless in the swells. The power flickered and died, leaving the massive vessel in total darkness. Evelyn paced the deck, her breathing erratic. She was a woman who owned cities, and now she couldn't even turn on a light.
Then, she saw it.
On the horizon, far in the distance, a massive searchlight cut through the fog. Then another. And another.
"Is that the Coast Guard?" the captain whispered, peering into the dark.
"No," Evelyn hissed, watching the lights grow closer. "The Coast Guard doesn't travel with private mercenary escorts."
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The approaching vessel wasn't a rescue ship; it was a black-hulled destroyer, flying the flag of the family corporation—the one she thought she had purged. The message Clara had sent hadn't gone to the police; it had gone to the Board of Directors and the Private Security Detail she had tried to fire.
Clara hadn't just been a mother; she had been the secret executor of the Thorne Estate.
