"If I can just reach that desk before the water stops, I can save myself from both of them," Rea whispered, her eyes shining with a mixture of intense terror and desperate hope.
She stood frozen at the threshold of Zeldin's private study, her bare feet pressing against the cold marble floor. The heavy, warm steam from the adjacent bathroom continued to spill out into the room, carrying the faint scent of premium mint soap and expensive cologne. It mixed with the sharp, ozone smell of the multi-layered server stacks humming quietly in the corners of the dark room. The only significant source of illumination came from the glowing holographic displays floating above the executive glass desk. They cast a haunting blue and violet light across the room, illuminating the heavy silver band resti
