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Grant Ellison’s rich, velvet-smooth laugh echoed through the eighty-two floors of the glass tower, ricocheting off crystal chandeliers and marble walls. He swirled the aged scotch in his glass, the golden liquid catching the ambient light of Manhattan below. / Chapter 7 / 8

Chapter 7 - THE KING’S FALL

“Let us out!” Nora screamed, banging against the plastic partition. “Help!”

“Save your breath, Mrs. Bennett,” the driver said coldly, locking the doors electronically. “Mr. Ellison wants to finish this game where it started.”

The cab rocketed across the Manhattan Bridge, bypassing the courthouse entirely, heading straight back toward the gleaming glass towers of Midtown.

Twenty minutes later, the private elevator snapped open on the eighty-second floor of the Ellison Penthouse.

The party decorations from earlier were still there—half-empty champagne glasses, melting ice sculptures, and white orchids. But the guests were gone. The penthouse was empty, except for Grant Ellison, who sat alone at the center of the room, sitting at the marble chessboard.

The driver shoved Nora and Mia into the room and locked the heavy double doors behind them.

Grant didn't look up immediately. He was placing the marble pieces back onto the board, setting them up in their starting positions.

“You know, Alexander was always better at chess than me,” Grant said quietly, his voice echoing in the vast space. “He had vision. But he lacked one thing: killer instinct.”

Grant stood up slowly, stepping toward them. He looked unkempt—his silver hair was wild, his tie was loosened, and his eyes were dark with sleep deprivation.

“Give me the drive, Nora,” Grant commanded, reaching out his hand. “And I’ll make sure you both get on a plane to somewhere far away. A million dollars in cash. You live quietly. I keep my company.”

“No,” Nora said fiercely, holding her ground. “You killed my husband. You stole his life’s work. You’re going to pay for what you did.”

Grant’s face twisted into a rage. “I made this company! Alexander was just a coder! I built the empire!”

He stepped closer, reaching into his coat pocket. Nora flinched, expecting a weapon.

Instead, Grant pulled out a small remote control and pressed a button.

The wall of panoramic glass behind the chess table slowly began to slide open, letting in the freezing wind and the roaring sound of the storm high above New York City.

“Eighty-two floors,” Grant whispered softly, looking at the open drop into the abyss below. “Accidents happen every day, Nora. Alexander had an accident. You and your daughter could easily have an accident right off this balcony. Who would doubt it? A distressed former maid, overwhelmed by debt…”

Nora grabbed Mia, backing away toward the locked doors. “You’re crazy.”

“I’m desperate!” Grant screamed, his voice cracking. “ Hand over the drive, or both of you go over the edge!”

Mia stepped forward.

“Mia, no!” Nora cried.

Mia walked past her mother, stepping right up to the marble table, inches from the open balcony where the icy wind howled into the penthouse.

She looked down at the chessboard.

“You set the board up wrong, Mr. Ellison,” Mia said calmly.

Grant blinked, caught off guard by her total lack of fear. “What?”

“The bottom right square is always white,” Mia said, pointing down at the marble board. “You set it up backward. Just like you did ten years ago.”

Grant stared at her. “How do you know about ten years ago?”

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