Chapter 2 - The Five Minute Countdown Begins On The Manhattan Rooftop
The cold wind whipped across the white marble of the exclusive Manhattan penthouse rooftop with chilling intensity.
Eleanor Lante stood frozen in her charcoal lace gown, her diamond necklace suddenly feeling like a heavy iron shackle.
The wealthy elites who had laughed moments ago now stared at their smartphones in paralyzed disbelief.
Sarah adjusted her coat, holding five-year-old Leo securely against her chest as the digital clock on her watch ticked downward.
“Four minutes,” Sarah whispered softly into the roaring wind, her voice cutting through the heavy silence like a blade.
Eleanor’s pale fingers gripped her own handbag as the terrifying reality of what she had just done crashed over her.
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“This... this has to be some kind of sick joke,” Eleanor stammered, her voice cracking for the first time in decades.
Sarah didn't even dignify the pathetic plea with a glance, turning her back on the trembling matriarch.
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