« Elle n’est pas partie ! » hurla une pauvre petite fille aux funérailles de la femme du milliardaire — et le cercueil scellé déclencha une série d’événements qui transformèrent le chagrin en une vérité à laquelle personne n’était préparé.

Serena noticed food arriving through delivery. In a moment when Tessa wasn’t watching closely, Serena wrote on a napkin with a piece of charcoal from the floor:

I AM SERENA VALE. I’M HERE. FLOOR 14.

She slipped the note into a trash bag pushed into the hallway.

A maintenance worker, Ray Molina, found it.

He could have tossed it. He could have assumed it was a prank.

But he’d seen the news.

He made a call.

And this time, the information reached Grant through the right hands.

Grant turned to Addie—who had been kept safe at his security house but refused to be left behind.

“I found her first,” Addie said, chin lifted. “I want to see she’s okay.”

Grant nodded.

He didn’t argue with courage anymore.

The Rescue On Floor Fourteen

The building was surrounded.

Grant climbed the stairs with a tactical team, his heartbeat loud in his ears.

When they reached the fourteenth floor, they heard shouting inside.

Tessa’s voice cracked with panic.

“If you come in, I’ll make this end badly!” she screamed.