Chapter 4 - The Escape
Chloe grabbed a heavy pot of boiling coffee from the counter.
She hurled the scalding liquid directly into the first gunman's face.
The man screamed in agony and dropped his weapon to the floor.
"Run!" Chloe shouted at the top of her lungs.
We scrambled through the swinging kitchen doors and bolted out the back exit.
Bullets chewed through the brick wall right behind our heads.
We dove into her car and peeled out of the parking lot with the headlights off.
"They will never stop hunting us," Chloe panted as she swerved onto the highway.
"We need to find the original forged guarantor documents to legally clear my name," I realized out loud.
I knew my father kept all his most sensitive physical files in a hidden safe at his accounting firm.
We drove silently to the towering glass office building downtown.
I used the emergency access code I had secretly memorized years ago to bypass the lobby security.
The corporate office was completely dark and eerily quiet.
We crept down the plush carpeted hallway toward my father's corner suite.
The heavy wooden door was already cracked open.
I pushed it wide and gasped at the horrific scene inside.
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My father was lying face down on the bloody carpet.
Someone was sitting calmly in his luxurious leather executive chair.
