Mia pretended not to notice.
Evelyn definitely noticed.
Jason looked suspicious.
The project moved forward.
So did the threats.
Then came the gala announcement.
Against Mia’s advice, Daniel decided the hotel would host a pre-opening charity reception before the full launch. Donors, city officials, press, investors, and select guests would preview the restored lobby and ballroom. The event would raise money for housing programs for women and children leaving unsafe homes.
“That’s a good cause,” Mia said when Evelyn briefed her.
“It was Mr. Kang’s choice,” Evelyn replied.
Mia looked across the lobby where Daniel was speaking to a contractor.
“Was it?”
Evelyn’s expression softened.
“His mother spent her first year in New York in a shelter after leaving his father.”
That changed something in Mia.
Not her judgment.
But her understanding.
People are rarely only what they appear to be in public.
Daniel Kang was feared, yes.
But maybe fear had been the language he inherited, not the life he wanted.
Three days before the gala, Mia discovered the real sabotage.
It happened after midnight.
She had returned to the hotel because she forgot her tablet, which was very on-brand and extremely inconvenient. The lobby was dim, lit only by temporary work lights and the glow from the street beyond the covered windows.
She heard voices near the old service corridor.
At first, she thought it was night crew.
Then she heard her own name.
“Carter caught the lighting change,” a man said.
Another voice answered, “Then make sure she doesn’t catch this.”
Mia froze.
She moved closer, silently, heart pounding so hard she thought it might echo.
Through the gap in the plastic sheeting, she saw two men near the wall panel leading to the electrical room. One was a subcontractor she recognized: Vince Carrow, hired through the replacement crew. The other wore a black coat and gloves.
On the floor between them was a small device attached to wiring Mia did not understand but knew should not be there.
Her breath stopped.
She backed away.
Too fast.
Her boot hit a metal pipe.
The sound rang through the empty lobby.
Both men turned.
Mia ran.
Not toward the front entrance.
Too far.
Not toward the elevators.
Too exposed.
She ran the way she knew the building.
Through the unfinished staff passage she had fought to preserve. Left past the service pantry, right through the old linen hall, down three steps into the preservation corridor, then behind the temporary wall panels waiting to be installed.
She heard footsteps behind her.
“Mia!”
Not Daniel.
One of the men.
She shoved through a plastic barrier and nearly fell into the old ballroom.
Her hand shook as she pulled out her phone.
No signal.
Of course.
Thick walls. Old building. Nightmare timing.
She kept moving.
Behind the stage wall, she found the narrow staircase that led to the mezzanine storage area.
She climbed.
Below her, footsteps entered the ballroom.
A flashlight beam swept across the floor.
Mia pressed herself behind a stack of rolled carpet, one hand clamped over her mouth.
She thought of the first night on the train.
The warmth of a stranger’s shoulder.
The absurd calm.
Then she thought of Daniel telling her exits saved lives.
Fine, she thought.
You win.
They do.
Her phone vibrated suddenly.
One bar.
A message from Daniel.
WHERE ARE YOU?
She typed with shaking fingers.
Hotel. Ballroom mezzanine. Two men. Device in electrical room.
Three dots appeared instantly.
STAY HIDDEN.
For once, Mia did not argue.
Below, one of the men cursed.
“She called someone.”
The other said, “Find her.”
Mia looked around the dark mezzanine.
No exit except the stairs.
No weapon except a brass curtain rod leaning against the wall.
She picked it up.
It was heavier than it looked.
Good.
If she was going to die in a half-renovated ballroom, she was at least going to be inconvenient.
Then all the lights went out.
For one terrible second, the hotel was black.
Then red emergency lights flickered on.
The men below stopped moving.
A calm voice echoed through the ballroom speakers.
Daniel.
“This building is sealed.”
Mia closed her eyes.
