Chapter 2 - THE EMPTY CHAIREvelyn backed away from the wall.
The footsteps stopped.
Her hand trembled as she reached for her phone.
“Who's there?”
Silence.
She forced herself toward the hidden service door behind the giant screen.
It was locked.
She tried the handle again.
Nothing.
Then her phone vibrated.
Unknown number.
A photograph appeared.
It showed Evelyn sleeping in her bedroom.
Taken from inside her apartment.
Her blood turned cold.
A second message arrived.
YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT THE COMPANY WHEN MARCUS DIED.
Then another.
NOW IT'S TOO LATE.
Evelyn rushed toward the elevator.
But before she reached it, the lights went out.
Emergency lighting painted the corridor red.
Somewhere behind her, a man whispered:
“Evelyn.”
She froze.
The voice was unmistakable.
Marcus.
“Evelyn... don't run.”
She slowly turned.
A man stepped from the darkness.
Same height.
Same shoulders.
Same voice.
And when the emergency light illuminated his face—
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Evelyn screamed.
He had Marcus Blackwood's face.
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