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Chapter 4 - The Night Clean-Up

At 11:00 PM, the lights in Blackridge dimmed to a sickly amber. The usual nighttime noises—the shouting, the banging on pipes—were strangely absent. A heavy, suffocating silence fell over the facility.

Lena Marlow pushed her mop cart down the corridor of Block C. Her hands were shaking so badly she could barely keep the mop steady. She knew something was wrong. There were no guards on the walkways. The security cameras were all pointed at the ceiling, their lenses motorized upward.

As she passed Cell 214, she noticed the door was completely unlatched. It was open by an inch.

She gasped, stopping her cart. She looked inside. The cell was empty.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the shadows behind her, gently but firmly gripping her arm, pulling her into a dark alcove near the linen closet. Lena went to scream, but a warm palm clamped over her mouth.

"Shh," Roman whispered in her ear. "It’s me."

Lena nodded frantically, and Roman slowly lowered his hand.

"What are you doing out?" she whispered, tears of terror stinging her eyes. "The cells are locked electronically from the main desk!"

"Not when you own the man who holds the keys," Roman said. He looked down at her, his expression softening just a fraction. "I told you to ignore me, Lena. Why are you still here tonight? You should have called in sick."

"I... I needed the shift money," she whispered. "My daughter... her medicine is expensive, and if I miss a night—"

Roman reached into his gray uniform pocket and pulled out a thick, sealed envelope. He stuffed it deep into the front pocket of her cleaning apron.

"There is fifty thousand dollars in bearer bonds in that envelope," Roman said. "Take your cart, walk to the front gate, tell the guard you feel ill, and leave. Right now."

Lena stared at him, bewildered. "Why are you doing this for me?"

"Because yesterday, you saw a man getting beaten and you gave him comfort without asking for a price," Roman said, his eyes hardening as he looked down the long, empty corridor. "In my world, that makes you a saint. And tonight, this place is going to turn into hell. Saints don't belong in hell."

Before Lena could argue, the heavy iron doors at the end of the corridor groaned open.

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The ink on the emergency audit report was barely dry when the secure terminal on my desk flashed a violent crimson. I hadn't slept in thirty-six hours, my eyes burning from staring at columns of ghost figures, duplicate invoices, and shell corporations linked to Dominic Rossi. But the red alert wasn’t from Rossi’s faction. It was an internal security flag originating from the estate’s main vault deep beneath the west wing.

The ink on the emergency audit report was barely dry when the secure ter...

The glass shattered into a thousand tiny diamonds on the marble, scattering the light from the chandeliers. The muffled laughter died instantly, replaced by a suffocating, heavy silence that crept outward from the grand staircase.

The glass shattered into a thousand tiny diamonds on the marble, scatter...

The heavy oak doors of my private study clicked shut behind us, locking out the clinical, terrifying silence of the kitchen. Evelyn Crane stood stiffly in front of my mahogany desk, her hands folded over her apron with the rigid precision of someone who had spent decades micromanaging every square inch of my estate. Behind her, Norah hovered near the doorway, clutching her clipboard like a shield.

The heavy oak doors of my private study clicked shut behind us, locking...

Roman pushed her gently back toward her cart. "Go. Now."

Lena didn't look back. She grabbed her cart and ran toward the exit doors, the squeak of her wheels echoing through the dark as Roman vanished into the shadows, moving toward the maximum-security wing.

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