he sirens grew louder, their wails slicing through the night.

Rosemary stood frozen near the window, watching as two police cars stopped in front of Adrian’s office building. Blue and red lights danced across the glass, painting her pale face in flashes of color.

Adrian cursed under his breath. “She really did it.”

Markus moved to the door. “We can still get out the back—”

“No,” Adrian cut him off. “Running will make her look guilty. We face this head-on.”

Rosemary turned to him, her voice trembling. “Adrian, if I’m arrested… everything I’ve built, everything I’ve worked for—it’s over.”

Adrian stepped closer, his expression firm. “Then we fight it. Together.”...