Chapter 9 - THE FIRST LIGHT
When Elena opened her eyes, she was wrapped in expensive coats. Sunlight—blinding, beautiful sunlight—was pouring through the front windows. The storm had broken.
Outside, the rumbling sounds of heavy machinery echoed through the valley. Snowplows and emergency rescue vehicles had finally broken through the highway. Sirens wailed in the distance.
The diner door was pried open by a team of firefighters. They stared in absolute shock at the scene: fifteen of the wealthiest men in North America, covered in soot and grease, huddled around a young waitress and an old cook.
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As the paramedics rushed in, Elias Vance stopped by Elena's stretcher. He didn't have his usual cold corporate stare. His eyes were warm, wet with unshed tears. "You saved us, Elena," he whispered, pressing a piece of paper into her hand. "We won't forget this. I promise you."
Elena was too tired to read it. She just closed her eyes, grateful she was still breathing.
