The revolving glass doors of Lancaster Holdings hissed open like the jaws of a beast.
Sienna didn't hesitate.
Clad in black, hair pinned like a dagger crown, she marched into the executive boardroom—Adrian's blood-stained ledger clenched under one arm, a flash drive swinging from her wrist like a blade.
The board members turned, startled. Some rose. Others paled.
Charles Lancaster—old-guard, liver-spotted, power-drunk—pushed to his feet slowly. "What is the meaning of this?"
Sienna let the ledger fall open on the table with a crack. Handwritten lines. Payments. Disappearances. Names.
"Veritas wasn't a project.It was a purge."
"You can't prove—" Charles sneered.
"Can't I?"
She raised the remote.With a click, the projection screen came alive.
Grainy security footage. A timestamp from three years ago. Adrian's voice, flat and unmistakable:
"Take care of the doctor. Quietly.I don't care what it takes."
"And the Nan girl?"
"She's a child. She'll forget."
A collective gasp.A coffee mug shattered on the floor.Someone started shouting.
Then the screaming began.
Silas stumbled into the room, pale and swaying, blood blooming across his shirt like an inkblot.
"The vents—" he choked. "They poisoned the air vents. Don't—breathe—"
Chaos.
Executives collapsed like dominos. Eyes rolled. Papers fluttered. Alarms blared. Red strobes sliced the air like warnings from hell.
Sienna lunged to catch Silas before he hit the floor.
"Stay with me—" she gritted, hauling him up with one arm around his waist.
She shoved open the emergency stairwell door—
And slammed straight into Vivian.
Her stepsister's smile was serene. Her grip on the pistol was not.
"Oh, sister." Vivian sighed, brushing a speck of lint off her designer coat."Did you really think you'd win this game?"
The cold press of a gun barrel met Sienna's temple.
Click.
Silas's eyes widened. He tried to speak—but no words came.His hand twitched toward his coat.
Vivian cocked her head.
"Let's go have a little… family chat."