Maya — POV
The office erupted into chaos.
Federal agents poured in, weapons drawn, voices cutting through the air with sharp commands. Papers fluttered to the floor as desks were overturned and computers seized. Behind his mahogany desk, Richard Stone stood motionless—hands raised slightly, his expression calm despite being surrounded.
“Richard Stone, you’re under arrest for kidnapping, conspiracy, and obstruction of justice,” Agent Martinez announced, stepping forward with a pair of handcuffs. “You have the right to remain silent—”
“I know my rights,” Richard interrupted smoothly. “And I’ll be invoking them. My lawyer will handle this.”
But I barely heard him.
Because standing just beyond the agents—pale, exhausted, but alive—was Alex. His arm was still in a sling, his shirt rumpled
