Chapter 6 - THE SILENT ALARM
Eleanor didn’t panic. She closed the ledger and slipped it smoothly into the deep pocket of her apron.
"You're making a mistake, Sabrina," Eleanor said, echoing the exact words she had spoken in the grand foyer the day her hair was cut.
"The only mistake I made was not shooting you in the head the day I moved in," Sabrina sneered, raising the gun. "Take her to the cliffs. Throw her over. Let the rocks sort her out."
The two bodyguards advanced, grabbing Eleanor by the arms. She didn't struggle. Fighting two massive men would be useless. Instead, as they dragged her past the heavy mahogany doorframe of the suite, Eleanor let her foot drag, catching the edge of a small, inconspicuous brass plate mounted near the floorboard.
It was an old servant's panic button, wired directly to the underground security center and Julian’s hidden medical suite.
They dragged her down the back staircase, out into the freezing, torrential rain that had begun to batter the coast. The wind howled, drowning out the sound of their footsteps. Sabrina followed close behind, eager to watch the execution.
"When Vincent wakes up, I'll tell him you were caught stealing and ran away," Sabrina shouted over the wind as they neared the jagged edge of the cliff. Below, the dark Atlantic violently crashed against the rocks. "He'll forget you by tomorrow."
"He won't," Eleanor said quietly.
"On your knees, bitch," one of the guards barked, forcing Eleanor down onto the wet, freezing grass.
Sabrina stepped forward, raising the pistol, aiming it squarely at Eleanor’s chest. "Any last words, maid?"
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Before Eleanor could speak, the darkness of the estate grounds was shattered by blinding, high-intensity floodlights. The roar of a high-powered sniper rifle echoed over the thunder, and the guard holding Eleanor's left arm collapsed, a neat hole through his shoulder.
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