Vanesa slammed her phone onto the small table in her apartment. Her face flushed red with anger.

“Damn it! That elevator was supposed to stay broken longer! She was supposed to panic! Why did everything get fixed so quickly?!” she growled, pacing back and forth.

Her hand gripped the phone again, and she tapped on the contact labeled “Serena.”

Beep… Beep…

Click.

“What?” Serena’s annoyed voice came from the other end.

“Our plan failed,” Vanesa snapped.

“You said everything was perfectly planned!” Serena shouted back.

“I did! But that man—Hunter! He showed up earlier than expected. And worst of all, now he’s even closer to Evalina. Instead of being scared,...