Benedict’s fountain pen danced across the crisp white paper, leaving a trail of elegant black ink in its wake. He was in his element, the CEO’s office a sanctuary of power and control. The panoramic view of the city stretched out before him, a testament to his success. But the tranquility was shattered by a piercing scream, a shrill, unmistakable sound that tore through the quiet of his private office.
He froze, his pen hovering over the document. The voice was familiar, a shrill, high-pitched melody that sent a shiver down his spine. It was Paulina, his fiancée, and the sound of her voice, laced with a potent mix of anger and desperation, sent a wave of unease through him.
He quickly put down his pen, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn’t ignore it. He had to know what was going
