Emma's eyes snapped open in the dim light of her cell. She hadn't meant to fall asleep, but exhaustion had finally claimed her. Sitting up on the thin bed, she tried to shake off the fog of fatigue. There was no way to tell how much time had passed, but she knew she couldn't waste another moment.
The door creaked open, and one of her father's men entered, carrying a tray of food. "Boss wants you fed and ready to work," he grunted, setting the tray down.
Emma eyed the food cautiously but knew she needed to keep up her strength. As she ate, her mind raced, piecing together fragments of a plan. She had to find a way to outsmart her father, to protect Tom and his assets without giving away anything truly valuable.
Hours later, Emma found herself seated in front of a computer terminal, her f
