Weeks passed.
Then the threats started.
Encrypted emails. Anonymous texts. A photograph slipped under the gate—Evelyn leaving a board meeting, circled in red.
Daniel tightened security. Increased rotations. Adjusted routes.
Charles mocked him.
“You’re paranoid,” he said. “This isn’t Afghanistan.”
Daniel met his gaze. “Threats don’t announce themselves.”
Evelyn listened.
One night, Daniel overheard a heated argument.
“You’re humiliating me,” Charles snapped.
“You humiliated yourself,” Evelyn replied coldly. “I built this empire. You spend it.”
“You think that guard would choose you over me?” Charles sneered. “He’s paid muscle.”
Evelyn’s voice was ice. “That’s why he’s loyal.”
Daniel stepped away, unseen.
The kidnapping happened on a Tuesday.
Two separate vehicles. Two locations. Perfect timing.
Daniel was with Evelyn when the alert came through his earpiece.
“Sir—Whitmore’s husband and an unidentified female taken from Midtown. Armed group. Coordinated.”
Daniel didn’t hesitate.
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