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Desperation had reduced my entire future to one job interview and a worn folder pressed against my chest, so when I stepped into a private elevator and began practicing my answers under my breath<\/h1>\n
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Chapter 1<\/h2>\n
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Desperation had reduced my entire future to one job interview and a worn folder pressed against my chest, so when I stepped into a private elevator and began practicing my answers under my breath, I barely noticed the dangerous-looking stranger standing behind me. What I didn\u2019t know was that the man silently listening wasn\u2019t another executive. He was Vincent Moretti, the mafia boss who secretly controlled the company I was begging to work for<\/p>\n

My name is Emily Carter, and at twenty-nine, I had learned how quickly an ordinary life could collapse.<\/p>\n

Three months earlier, the accounting firm where I worked had suddenly gone bankrupt, leaving me standing on a rainy Chicago sidewalk with a cardboard box and no idea how I would pay next month\u2019s rent.<\/p>\n

My savings disappeared frighteningly fast.<\/p>\n

First I sold my television.<\/p>\n

Then my grandmother\u2019s necklace.<\/p>\n

Finally, the expensive coffee machine I once joked I couldn\u2019t survive without.<\/p>\n

Seven days before the interview, an overdue-rent notice appeared beneath my apartment door.<\/p>\n

That was when Hartwell Financial Group stopped being just another application and became my last chance.<\/p>\n

Its forty-story headquarters towered over downtown Chicago in steel and glass, like the kind of place where nobody worried about grocery prices. Somehow, after dozens of ignored applications and humiliating rejection emails, I had reached the final interview for an administrative accounting position.<\/p>\n

That morning, rain soaked my shoes before I even reached the lobby.<\/p>\n

My hair was slightly disheveled.<\/p>\n

There was a tiny coffee stain on the only professional blouse I owned.<\/p>\n

My hands shook as I slipped into an elevator just before the doors closed.<\/p>\n

A man stood in the back corner.<\/p>\n

He looked to be in his early forties, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit with no tie. A faint scar crossed one knuckle, an expensive watch disappeared beneath his cuff, and his dark eyes followed me with the unsettling calm of someone who never needed to introduce himself.<\/p>\n

I assumed he was another employee.<\/p>\n

That mistake probably saved me.<\/p>\n

I opened my folder and whispered, \u201cMy greatest strength is remaining calm under pressure.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYour hands are shaking,\u201d the stranger said.<\/p>\n

Heat rushed into my face.<\/p>\n

\u201cApparently my greatest strength is lying under pressure.\u201d<\/p>\n

For half a second, he simply stared at me.<\/p>\n

Then he laughed.<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t loud, but something about hearing it made me relax enough to breathe.<\/p>\n

\u201cBig interview?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cFinal interview.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat position?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAdministrative accounting.\u201d<\/p>\n

He glanced at my worn folder.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you need it badly.\u201d<\/p>\n

The embarrassment hit immediately.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs it that obvious?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTo me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Something in the way he said those words made me look at him properly.<\/p>\n

He wasn\u2019t wearing an employee badge, yet when the elevator stopped on the twenty-seventh floor and two executives saw him inside, both men immediately stepped backward instead of entering.<\/p>\n

The doors closed again.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho are you?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

His expression barely changed.<\/p>\n

\u201cVincent.\u201d<\/p>\n

Before I could ask anything else, the elevator suddenly jerked hard enough to throw me against the wall.<\/p>\n

The lights flickered.<\/p>\n

Vincent caught my arm before I fell.<\/p>\n

Then the elevator stopped completely.<\/p>\n

My heart began hammering as I stared at the floor indicator.<\/p>\n

Vincent, however, showed absolutely no fear.<\/p>\n

Instead, he slowly reached inside his jacket.<\/p>\n

A black handgun rested beneath his coat.<\/p>\n

I stopped breathing.<\/p>\n

His phone vibrated at that exact moment, and whatever appeared on the screen erased the faint amusement from his face.<\/p>\n

Vincent looked at me, then at the security camera above the elevator doors.<\/p>\n

\u201cEmily Carter,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

My blood turned cold.<\/p>\n

I had never told him my last name.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow do you know who I am?\u201d<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n

Instead, Vincent stepped between me and the elevator doors as footsteps suddenly echoed from somewhere outside the stalled car.<\/p>\n

Then he quietly drew the gun from beneath his jacket.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour interview is no longer the thing you need to worry about.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u2014<\/p>\n

\u201cGet behind me,\u201d Vincent said.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t argue.<\/p>\n

My back hit the cold metal wall, my folder crushed against my chest, my pulse so loud I could barely hear the voices outside.<\/p>\n

Two men.<\/p>\n

Maybe three.<\/p>\n

Something scraped against the elevator doors.<\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Moretti?\u201d a voice called. \u201cWe\u2019re here to help.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vincent didn\u2019t move.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re lying,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause security always knocks first.\u201d<\/p>\n

The metal screeched.<\/p>\n

A thin gap appeared between the doors, and a pry bar slid through it.<\/p>\n

Vincent lifted the gun.<\/p>\n

\u201cEmily,\u201d he said calmly. \u201cLook at the ceiling.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s a maintenance hatch above your head. I need you to climb through it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m wearing heels.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen take them off.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re serious.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cVery.\u201d<\/p>\n

I kicked off my shoes.<\/p>\n

He laced his fingers together, and I stepped into his hands. The hatch popped open with one hard push, and I hauled myself up into a dark shaft that smelled like oil and dust.<\/p>\n

Below me, the doors groaned wider.<\/p>\n

Vincent fired once.<\/p>\n

Not at anyone.<\/p>\n

A single warning shot into the ceiling of the elevator, loud enough to make my ears ring.<\/p>\n

The voices outside went silent.<\/p>\n

Then he jumped, caught the edge of the hatch, and pulled himself up beside me.<\/p>\n

\u201cMove.\u201d<\/p>\n

We crawled through the shaft on our hands and knees. My stockings ripped. My palms stung. Somewhere below us, men were shouting.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho are they?\u201d I gasped.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know yet.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAre they here for you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cProbably.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen why do they know my name?\u201d<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t answer until we reached a narrow service ladder.<\/p>\n

\u201cClimb.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cVincent.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease.\u201d<\/p>\n

It was the first time he had said the word.<\/p>\n

I climbed.<\/p>\n

Three floors later, a steel door opened, and a broad-shouldered man in a black suit pulled us through.<\/p>\n

\u201cBoss.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDanny,\u201d Vincent said, breathing hard. \u201cLock down the north stairwell.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAlready done.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho\u2019s on the sixteenth floor?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo one. We cleared it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen why was there a team on the elevator?\u201d<\/p>\n

Danny\u2019s face tightened.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey came in through the service dock.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWith whose badges?\u201d<\/p>\n

Danny hesitated.<\/p>\n

\u201cOurs.\u201d<\/p>\n

The air in the hallway went still.<\/p>\n

Vincent looked at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cSit,\u201d he said, nodding toward a bench. \u201cDanny, get her water.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m fine.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re shaking.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo are you.\u201d<\/p>\n

A corner of his mouth lifted.<\/p>\n

\u201cFair.\u201d<\/p>\n

I sank onto the bench.<\/p>\n

For a moment, neither of us spoke.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou said my last name in the elevator,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n

\u201cI did.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI never told you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow did you know?\u201d<\/p>\n

He took a folded paper from his jacket and held it out.<\/p>\n

It was my r\u00e9sum\u00e9.<\/p>\n

The one I had mailed three weeks ago.<\/p>\n

At the top, someone had paper-clipped a yellow sticky note.<\/p>\n

PRIORITY CANDIDATE \u2013 FINAL ROUND. SCHEDULE FOR 9:00 A.M. ELEVATOR B.<\/p>\n

I stared at the handwriting.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t understand.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNeither do I,\u201d Vincent said. \u201cI don\u2019t interview administrative accountants. I\u2019ve never seen this file.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut I was told to take Elevator B.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBy whom?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA man at reception. He said it was faster.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did he look like?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThin. Gray tie. A name tag that said Peter.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vincent turned to Danny.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo we have a Peter on the executive floor?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, boss.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho signed the interview authorization?\u201d<\/p>\n

Danny pulled out his phone and read for a moment.<\/p>\n

Then he swore under his breath.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s signed by Gerald Whitlock\u2019s office.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vincent went very still.<\/p>\n

\u201cGerald.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy father\u2019s oldest friend.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy vice president.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBoss\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d Vincent folded the r\u00e9sum\u00e9 carefully, as if it were fragile. \u201cGerald wouldn\u2019t do this.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked from one man to the other.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho is Gerald Whitlock?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe man who taught me how to run this company,\u201d Vincent said.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd someone used his office to put me in your elevator.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

His dark eyes met mine, and for the first time, I saw something beneath the calm.<\/p>\n

Doubt.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause whoever sent you,\u201d he said quietly, \u201cwanted one of us dead. I just don\u2019t know which.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u2014<\/p>\n

They took me to a windowless office on the sixteenth floor.<\/p>\n

No nameplate.<\/p>\n

No receptionist.<\/p>\n

Just a steel desk, three monitors, and a leather chair that looked far more comfortable than I felt.<\/p>\n

\u201cSit,\u201d Vincent said.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d rather stand.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re barefoot.\u201d<\/p>\n

I glanced down.<\/p>\n

My toes were gray with dust.<\/p>\n

\u201cFine.\u201d<\/p>\n

I sat.<\/p>\n

Danny set a paper cup of water in front of me.<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t thank me yet,\u201d he muttered.<\/p>\n

Vincent stood at the window, hands behind his back.<\/p>\n

\u201cMiss Carter. How much do you know about Hartwell Financial Group?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s one of the largest private investment firms in Chicago.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s also mine.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI figured.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou figured?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cExecutives step backward when you walk into an elevator,\u201d I said. \u201cPeople don\u2019t do that for the CFO.\u201d<\/p>\n

He glanced over his shoulder.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re observant.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m an accountant. We notice when numbers don\u2019t add up.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen you\u2019ll appreciate this.\u201d<\/p>\n

He tapped a key.<\/p>\n

A spreadsheet filled the center monitor.<\/p>\n

Columns.<\/p>\n

Account codes.<\/p>\n

A long, ugly column of figures in red.<\/p>\n

\u201cForty million dollars,\u201d Vincent said. \u201cOver six years. Taken in small amounts. Hidden behind legitimate expenses.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSomeone has been stealing from you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSomeone has been stealing from the company.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhich is you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhich is my father\u2019s legacy.\u201d<\/p>\n

I studied the screen.<\/p>\n

My training took over before I could stop it.<\/p>\n

\u201cThese transfers are routed through shell vendors,\u201d I said slowly. \u201cThe invoice numbers are too clean. Nobody\u2019s accounting is that tidy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCan you trace them?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cProbably.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen I want you to.\u201d<\/p>\n

I laughed.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m here for a job interview.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re here,\u201d Vincent said, \u201cbecause someone wanted you here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s not an answer.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s the only one I have.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t work for criminals.\u201d<\/p>\n

His jaw tightened.<\/p>\n

\u201cI run a legitimate company.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWith armed men in the elevator.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI did not hire them.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut you carry a gun.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause people have tried to kill me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen call the police.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd hand every file in this building to the government?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you\u2019re innocent, you\u2019ve nothing to fear.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t say I was innocent.\u201d<\/p>\n

The honesty startled me.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not a good man,\u201d he said quietly. \u201cBut I\u2019m not the one stealing from my own family.\u201d<\/p>\n

My phone buzzed.<\/p>\n

Maya.<\/p>\n

I answered.<\/p>\n

\u201cEmily? Thank God. Where are you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAt the interview.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSomeone came to my apartment. A man in a gray suit. He asked if I knew where you lived.\u201d<\/p>\n

My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did you tell him?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNothing. He said he was from payroll.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMaya, lock your door.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s happening?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll explain later.\u201d<\/p>\n

I ended the call.<\/p>\n

My hands were shaking again.<\/p>\n

Vincent had gone still.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho was that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy best friend.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did she say?\u201d<\/p>\n

I told him.<\/p>\n

When I finished, he turned to Danny.<\/p>\n

\u201cSend two men to her building.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, boss.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cQuietly.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWait,\u201d I said. \u201cYou can\u2019t just\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI can.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s kidnapping.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s protection.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t get to decide that.\u201d<\/p>\n

He walked toward me and stopped a respectful distance away.<\/p>\n

\u201cMiss Carter,\u201d he said. \u201cThree months ago, your firm collapsed. Your savings are gone. Your rent is overdue. I know because I read the file.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s invasive.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s accurate.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked away.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not asking you to join my family,\u201d he continued. \u201cI\u2019m asking you to read numbers. Honest numbers. If I\u2019m wrong, you walk away and Danny drives you home.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd if you\u2019re right?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen you\u2019ll be the first person in six years to see what\u2019s really happening in this building.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at my dirty feet.<\/p>\n

Rent.<\/p>\n

Groceries.<\/p>\n

Maya\u2019s voice, small and scared.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are the terms?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cLegitimate salary. Written contract. You never touch anything illegal.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd if I find something that implicates you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen you tell me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd I\u2019ll deal with it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s not good enough.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s all I can promise.\u201d<\/p>\n

I breathed out slowly.<\/p>\n

\u201cOne week,\u201d I said. \u201cTrial period.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDone.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd I want my r\u00e9sum\u00e9 back.\u201d<\/p>\n

A faint smile.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s yours.\u201d<\/p>\n

Danny led me to a temporary workstation near the back of the floor.<\/p>\n

I logged into the system with trembling fingers and began scanning the vendor list.<\/p>\n

Page after page of unfamiliar names.<\/p>\n

Then one stopped me cold.<\/p>\n

LAKESHORE CAPITAL PARTNERS.<\/p>\n

I knew that name.<\/p>\n

I had seen it exactly once before.<\/p>\n

On the final page of the last audit I ever signed at Brennan and Cole, the week before my old firm collapsed.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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