Chapter 4

The Porsche pulled into the company garage's reserved parking spot.

I turned off the engine but didn't immediately get out.

I looked at myself in the rearview mirror---red lips like blood, eyes like ice.

Perfect. This was the armor and weaponry I needed.

I pushed open the door and got out. My heels struck the polished epoxy floor, making crisp "click, click, click" sounds.

The sound echoed through the empty underground garage, amplified and clear, like war drums.

I entered the elevator and pressed the top floor directly---the CEO's office level.

The elevator doors opened.

The familiar reception desk, the…