That morning, the Jackson Corporation headquarters buzzed more than usual. Employees moved briskly through the halls, rushing to finalize reports and prepare presentations for the major monthly meeting scheduled for the afternoon. But behind the scenes, someone had already written a very different script.
Vanesa stood in a shadowy corner of the underground parking lot, wearing a gray hoodie and dark sunglasses. Her hand clutched a phone, her voice low and sharp as she spoke.
“You’re already in the machine room, right?” she whispered.
“Yes. All I need to do is cut the main control cable. Once it’s severed, the east elevator will get stuck midway,” the man on the other end replied.
“Good. Make sure Evalina Wilson is inside. Don’t let her out until I say so. It’s time she learned her less
