Chapter 4 - TWO LINES IN THE DARK
Six weeks later, the world tilted on its axis inside a cramped, dimly lit employee bathroom on the fourth floor of Silvercrest Group. Abini stared at the plastic stick resting on the paper towel dispenser.
Two pink lines.
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The harsh fluorescent light buzzed overhead like a swarm of angry bees. She pressed a hand over her mouth to stifle a sob. She was twenty-four, drowning in debt, sending half her paycheck to her ailing mother in a village three hundred miles away, and now, she was carrying the heir to a billion-dollar empire.
She stepped out of the bathroom, her face a mask of pale terror. She had spent the last month dodging the executive floors, terrified of running into Gideon. The rumors in the breakroom were vicious—the CEO was on a warpath, firing managers over minor infractions, looking for someone he refused to name. Abini gripped her cleaning cart, her knuckles white. She just needed to survive the next few months, save enough money, and disappear. But fate had other plans.
