Page 193 of The Contract

“How could you ask me that?” Adrian tries to defend himself but it’s like sinking in quicksand. The more he moves, talks, the faster he goes down. “How do you think she could even get all this in what–an hour today? Two tops?”

“My phone is still in his pocket.” Elena says cooly, keeping her gaze fixed on Calloway. “I’ve been tracking it.”

Calloway looks at Adrian expectantly. Adrian just scoffs.

“Empty your pockets.” Calloway stands and I’m seconds away from jumping over that table and handling him myself.

“Uncle–”

“Do it!” Calloways voice booms just as the conference room doors slam open again.

Uniformed officers flood the space, their boots echoing against the floor, handcuffs clinking in the heavy silence.

"Adrian Kingston, you’re charged with assault and are being placed under arrest."

Adrian’s panic is instant.

His gaze whips to his uncle, eyes wide. Pleading.

"Uncle—wait, you’re not seriously gonna let them?—"

The officers close in, restraining him, pulling his arms behind his back.

He thrashes. Curses. Struggles.

Trying to shake them off, but he’s got no fucking way out.

Calloway doesn’t even look at him.

His voice is cold. Final.

"Take him."

Adrian erupts.

Screaming. Thrashing. Cursing Elena. Cursing me.

Wolfe security rushes in.

The new receptionist demands answers, but she’s drowned out by Adrian’s frantic shouts.

And through all of it, Elena turns on her heel and walks away.

Her chin is lifted.

Her shoulders squared.

She doesn’t falter.

She doesn’t fucking look back.

She never looked at me once, and I feel like I’m fucking drowning.

Freezing and stranded, living on the dark side of the moon without her light to give me warmth.

"Elena!"

I shove forward, pushing against the throng of attorneys, security guards, police officers. Employees are gathered, trying to look in and see what the commotion is.

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