She turned and walked toward the boardroom doors, her heels clicking loudly.

Just as she reached the door, it swung open.

Two men in dark suits stood in the hallway, badges pinned to their lapels.

“Patricia Voss?” the first man asked.

Patricia stopped, her breath catching in her throat.

The man held up a folder.

“We have a warrant for your arrest,” he said.

Patricia took a step back, her eyes wide with terror as she looked back at the room.

The second officer stepped inside, reaching for his handcuffs.

At that exact moment, my phone began to vibrate violently in my coat pocket.

I pulled it out, looking at the screen.

It was an unknown number, but the text message that popped up made my blood run cold.

*The notary is dead, Claire. You have ten minutes to leave the building.*

I stared at the screen, my breath catching in my throat.

I looked up, meeting Elena’s eyes across the silent room.

The handcuffs clicked shut around Patricia’s wrists.

But my eyes were fixed on the door.