Chapter 15
Celeste stood in the front of the mirror, jogging her palms through her hair. Her hands were steady. Her mind wasn’t.
She had rehearsed the plan again and again in her head.
It had to be tonight.
Damien was out, handling some emergency with his security team. She had overheard the call. Something about a breach in the north sector. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he would be out for at least thirty minutes.
The blackout would start at fifteen. That was her window. Fifteen minutes to get in, find the USB, and get out.
She had memorized the security system. She had watched how he opened the vault—more than once.
Three steps.
Thumbprint.
Code.
Voice scan.
He had given her full access last week. He said he trusted her.
He was wrong too.
But that guilt had t
