Chapter 2: The Silent Enforcer
The grand doors creaked open, admitting a man who moved with the weight of an approaching storm. Silas, the chief of security—a man whose loyalty had been to their late father, not the current board—stepped into the light.
Cassandra’s laughter died in her throat. She recognized him, but she didn't recognize the file he held in his gloved hand. "Silas? What are you doing here? Get her out. She’s trespassing."
Silas didn't look at Cassandra. He marched directly to the sofa, his posture softening as he extended a hand to Elise. When she took it, she didn't struggle to stand. She rose with a grace that seemed suddenly regal. The tears that had welled in her eyes moments ago had evaporated, replaced by a cold, sharp intelligence.
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"Did you get everything, Silas?" Elise asked, her voice steady and clear.
"Every word, Miss Elise," he replied, his gaze flickering to the hidden cameras embedded in the gilded molding—the very cameras Cassandra had foolishly deactivated hours ago, thinking she was "taking control."
