Emma
On cue, a high-pitched alarm pierced the air. Panels slid down over the windows with mechanical precision. The men startled, looking around wildly.
"Sterling Industries home security," Eleanor announced, as if introducing a new product. "I helped design it myself. In precisely thirty seconds, this room will fill with a rather unpleasant sleeping gas. Unless you're wearing the specialized filtration devices that my staff and I have, you'll be taking a lovely nap until the authorities arrive."
The men exchanged panicked looks, then bolted for the front door. It didn't budge.
"Did I forget to mention the automatic locks?" Eleanor examined her manicured nails. "How careless of me."
Dominic tugged my arm, pulling me back into the service corridor. "Mother has the foyer handled. We nee
