Chapter 8 - The Escape
The entire ballroom went completely dead silent.
Hundreds of wealthy guests turned around, staring in absolute shock at the grand entrance.
I stood at the top of the marble staircase, my red silk dress torn and covered in soot.
Daniel turned completely pale, the color draining entirely from his arrogant, handsome face.
His expensive champagne glass slipped from his fingers, shattering loudly against the wooden stage.
He quickly recovered his composure, forcing a tight, nervous smile for the confused crowd.
"Security, please remove this deranged, violent stalker from the premises," Daniel commanded smoothly into the microphone.
Six heavily armed private security guards immediately rushed through the crowd, heading straight toward the staircase.
They reached into their tailored jackets, preparing to draw their weapons on a room full of billionaires.
Riley stepped out from behind me, holding her FBI badge high in the air for everyone to see.
She drew her service weapon and fired a single, deafening warning shot directly into the ornate ceiling.
Plaster rained down on the screaming guests as they scrambled desperately to hide under the banquet tables.
"Federal Bureau of Investigation!" Riley roared, freezing the corrupt private guards in their tracks.
"Drop your weapons immediately, or you will be shot!"
The security guards looked at Daniel for guidance, but their courage evaporated under the aim of a federal agent.
They slowly placed their handguns on the marble floor and raised their hands in surrender.
I walked slowly down the grand staircase, my high heels clicking ominously against the stone steps.
The crowd parted for me like the Red Sea as I marched directly toward the stage.
Daniel backed away, his facade of power crumbling into pure, unadulterated panic.
I walked up the stage stairs, holding the silver flash drive high in the air.
I bypassed Daniel completely and plugged the drive directly into the DJ’s main projector laptop.
I pressed the enter key with a satisfying, forceful strike.
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The massive projector screen behind Daniel instantly flickered to life.
A live, high-definition video of Mia sitting tied up in my closet filled the entire wall.
