Chapter 4: The Hunt
Chapter 4: The Hunt
In the dimly lit service corridors, Grant Mercer was moving with a desperate, frantic energy. He had ducked past a distracted security guard near the coat check. His tuxedo jacket was discarded, his bowtie unraveled.
Everything was falling apart. Millions of dollars, his reputation, his freedom—all of it hanging on a few sheets of paper he had carelessly left in a temporary portfolio.
He knew the girl had hidden it. When he confronted her at the table, he had been trying to gauge if she had already handed it over to Evelyn. Her sheer terror told him she hadn't. She was holding onto it.
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Staff lockers, he thought, his expensive dress shoes muffled on the industrial carpeting. She's low-level. She wouldn't have access to the main vault.
He pushed open the swinging doors to the basement level. The fluorescent lights flickered. He needed to find the girl's locker, destroy the papers, and get to his lawyers before Evelyn's audit could finalize. He pulled a heavy, iron doorstop from the ground, weighing it in his hand. He was prepared to do whatever it took.
