“You don’t have the authority to detain me,” Grant said, his eyes wild.

“No,” Miller said, pulling her own phone out. “But the state police do, and I am calling them now.”

Marcus stepped closer to me, his hand resting on my shoulder.

“We need to find Helen,” I whispered to him. “She is still downstairs.”

“I’ve already alerted the building security,” Marcus quieted his voice. “But they are loyal to Grant.”

Suddenly, the lights in the boardroom flickered.

The hum of the building’s ventilation system died, leaving only the sound of the rain.

A moment later, a faint, sweet smell of burning paper began to drift through the vents.

My heart dropped into my stomach.

“She started it,” I said.

Grant looked at me, a cruel smile touching the corner of his mouth.

“You think you won, Emma,” Grant whispered, stepping back into the room.

My phone vibrated in my palm, the screen lighting up with a message from Dina.

I looked down at the glowing glass, my breath catching in my throat.

The text on the screen was short, written in all capital letters.