The Price of Academic Betrayal and the Secrets That Shattered a Family Legacy
The corporate logo glowed in bright blue neon against the dark clouds.
I pulled into the underground parking garage, using my personal keycard to bypass the security gate.
The garage was mostly empty, save for a few luxury sedans belonging to the executive board.
I parked in my usual spot near the elevator bay.
I grabbed my bag and stepped out into the humid air of the concrete structure.
My footsteps echoed loudly as I walked toward the glass doors of the elevator lobby.
The security guard at the desk looked up from his monitors.
“Good evening, Ms. Hayes,” he said, offering a polite nod.
“Working late tonight?”
“I need to grab some documents from my father’s office,” I said, keeping my voice level.
“Is he still upstairs?”
“Yes, ma’am,” the guard replied, pressing a button to unlock the elevator.
“Mr. Hayes has been in his suite since five o’clock.”
“Thank you, Thomas,” I said.
I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the penthouse floor.
The elevator climbed silently, the digital display ticking upward rapidly.
My stomach churned with every passing floor.