I swiped my keycard at the barrier.

The gate clicked open.

I ran to the elevators and pressed the button.

The doors opened immediately.

I stepped inside and pressed the button for the top floor.

The elevator began its quiet ascent.

I watched the numbers tick upward on the digital display.

My mind was racing.

I had to get the documents and secure them before Celeste’s lawyers could act.

If she leaked the story, I would lose the firm.

But if I did nothing, I would lose my children forever.

The elevator chimed, and the doors slid open.

The reception area of Whitmore Capital was dark.

The glass walls showed the glowing skyline of Boston.

I walked quickly down the carpeted hallway toward Marcus’s office.

The light was on under his door.

I pushed the door open without knocking.

Marcus was standing by his desk.

He held a white sheet of paper in his hand.

On the desk sat a large manila envelope.

“You made it,” Marcus said, looking relieved.

“Give me the report,” I said.

He handed me the paper.