“Andrew, are you there?” Victoria’s voice came through, sounding frantic.

“The lab at the main office is on fire,” she said.

“They say Elila was inside when the doors locked.”

Andrew looked at me, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“I know,” Andrew said, his voice flat.

“Did she make it out?” Victoria asked, her breath catching.

“Or did she burn with her precious files?” she added, her tone dropping its worried facade.

There was a brief pause on the line, the silence heavy between us.

“She is with me, Victoria,” Andrew said, his voice like ice.

“And we have the hard drive.”

A sharp gasp came from the other end of the line.

Then, the call disconnected, leaving only the dial tone.

“She knows,” I whispered, looking at Andrew.

“They are going to try to run,” he said.

He picked up his phone to call his chief of security.

Before he could dial, the main elevator bell chimed behind us.

The heavy metal doors of the private elevator began to slide open.

Two men in dark suits stepped out into the living room.