Chapter 4 - The Velvet Underground.
The penthouse was a sprawling labyrinth of luxury, now transformed into a war zone.
Elara moved silently through the connecting corridors, her bare feet making no sound on the plush velvet carpets.
She could hear the frantic whispers of the syndicate members hiding in the billiards room.
They were arguing over a secret service elevator they believed could save them.
Elara knew better, because her father had already cut the power to every lift in the skyscraper.
She kicked the double doors of the billiards room open, leveling her weapon.
Three billionaires scrambled behind the mahogany pool table, their designer suits covered in dust.
"Where is Marcus?" Elara demanded, her voice cutting through the ringing in their ears.
None of them answered, paralyzed by the sight of the woman they had mocked only minutes ago.
She fired a single warning shot into the green felt of the table.
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"He went to the vault!" one of them shrieked, pointing toward the master suite.
Elara turned on her heel and left them cowering in the dark.
