“She wanted you distracted so she could secure the building,” I said.

Ethan’s phone vibrated in his pocket.

He pulled it out and looked at the screen.

It was a text from Maya.

*Eleanor just entered the elevator to the penthouse ballroom. She has the signed trust papers with her.*

“We don’t have much time,” Ethan said.

He looked at me, his eyes dark with determination.

“We end this tonight, Hannah.”

“How?” I asked.

“We use their own stage,” Ethan said.

We took the service elevator down to the third floor, which connected to the grand pavilion.

The sound of classical violin music began to drift through the vents.

It was a stark contrast to the sterile silence of the NICU.

Through the glass balustrade, I could see the main atrium below.

It was decorated with massive floral arrangements, and crystal chandeliers hung from the steel rafters.

Hundreds of wealthy donors in tuxedos and evening gowns stood in small groups, sipping champagne.

At the far end of the hall, a massive projection screen hung above a raised stage.

Richard Harrison stood near the podium, speaking with a group of city officials.