CHAPTER SEVEN
SUMMER’S POV
The automatic doors of the Miller and Associates building hissed shut behind me, sealing out the damp night air and the suffocating pressure of the Benedict estate.
The lobby was silent, illuminated by the ghostly hum of overhead fluorescent lights that casted sharp shadows across the polished granite floor.
I didn't wait for the elevator. I climbed the stairs, my heels clamping against the plush carpet. Every step felt like shedding a layer of my old life—a life where I was a pawn in a game I didn’t know I was playing.
When I reached the firm's floor, the glow from Carter’s corner office was the only beacon of light in the labyrinth of cubicles.
I walked toward it, my heart hammering a frantic, uneven rhythm against my ribs.
Carter was standing by his d
