The steel door slammed shut with a finality that made Maya's bones ache.
She spun around, slamming her palms against the cold, unyielding metal. The holding cell was located deep within the sub-basement of the Thorne estate. It was entirely concrete, lit by a single, harsh fluorescent bulb. There were no windows. No furniture. Just a drain in the floor and a camera watching her from the corner.
Let me out! Maya screamed, her voice cracking as she pounded on the door. You cannot do this! Julian, please!
Silence answered her.
She slid down the door, pulling her knees to her chest. She had lost. The master key was gone, and with it, any leverage she had to protect her family. Julian thought she was a corporate spy, a thief who had seduced him simply to steal his empire.
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