Chapter 30 – The First Attempt
Sharon stepped into the sleek glass elevator of the Laurent Global headquarters. She had just finished a high-stakes meeting, her hands still trembling from the constant scrutiny and the social media backlash from the public rumors.
The doors slid shut with a whisper. Alone, except for her thoughts.
Her black phone buzzed in her pocket, but she ignored it - something in her gut told her to focus.
Suddenly, the elevator shuddered violently. The lights flickered.
A low, mechanical groan echoed through the cabin.
Sharon's pulse skyrocketed.
She pressed the emergency button. Nothing.
The elevator jerked again, tilting ever so slightly, enough to make her stumble against the mirrored wall.
It wasn't just a malfunction. Sharon knew that instinctively.
Over the past weeks, she had learned to read subtle cues, to anticipate threats. The elevators in this building were state-of-the-art. They didn't just "malfunction."
Her mind raced.
• Was this James testing her?
• Or had someone finally moved from threats to action?
• The Lazarus Protocol, the fake DNA, the rumors online - had they decided she was now expendable?
She recalled the missing attorney, Michael Grayson, whose body had turned up in the harbor.
Her chest tightened.
This could be her fate, right here, suspended in a tiny shaft between floors.
The lights went out completely. Darkness swallowed the cabin.
A faint hissing noise came from above - the cables? Or something more sinister?
Sharon's training, both in impersonation and in self-preservation, kicked in.
She moved to the corner, pressing herself against the side panels. Every second felt stretched into minutes. Her hand sought the edge of the emergency hatch.
The elevator jolted violently, then slid abruptly to one side. A metallic screech filled the shaft.
Sharon held her breath as the doors began to creak open just a few inches - enough to see the empty hallway beyond.
Her heart raced. Whoever had orchestrated this had made it look like an accident. A mechanical failure, a chance glitch. But Sharon knew better: it had been targeted.
The doors slid fully open. She stumbled out, knees weak, trying to steady her breathing.
In the lobby, everything looked normal - lights on, staff going about their business. Nothing to indicate the life-threatening trap she had just survived.
She realized the terrifying truth: in Laurent Global's world, appearances were never reliable.
Someone had wanted her dead.
And they would try again.
