Chapter 507
Chapter 507:
Her fingernails left scratches on the hardwood floor.
The door slammed shut.
Lucian sighed. He walked back to his desk and sat down. He looked at Skye.
“You’re a terrible liar,” he said.
Skye froze.
“But Amy was annoying me. So I’ll let it slide for now p>
He pointed to the door to the adjoining bedroom.
“Go wash up. Put on something that isn’t covered in filth. We have work to do p>
“Work?” Skye asked. “It’s 3 AM. Your casino is on fire p>
“Exactly,” Lucian said, his eyes gleaming. “The Morettis think I’m crippled. They think the data is gone. We are going to show them that I keep my most valuable assets… closer to home p>
He glanced at the bookshelf.
“Get dressed. We’re going to Sub-Level 4. The physical vault p>
Skye walked toward the bedroom. Her legs were shaking. She had survived. She still had the USB drive Alistair needed.
But she knew Lucian was watching. He was letting her play her game because he found it entertaining—or because he needed her biometrics for what came next.
The bathroom in the Penthouse was larger than Skye’s first apartment. It was all black marble and gold fixtures.
Skye locked the door. She turned on the shower to create white noise.
She reached into the secret pocket of her torn dress and pulled out the USB drive Alistair had given her in the tunnel. Small, black, and innocuous. It held the worm program Alistair had written—the one that would drain Lucian’s accounts if inserted into the central terminal.
She couldn’t take it into the vault; the scanners there were too sensitive. She looked around frantically. Her eyes landed on a heavy, decorative hairbrush on the vanity. The handle looked detachable. She twisted it—it was hollow, meant for travel storage. She slid the drive inside, screwed the handle back on, and placed it casually among the toiletries.
She washed the grease and blood from her face. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were hollow, dark circles bruising the skin beneath them. But the fire was still there.
She changed into a silk robe Lucian had left for her. It was black, obviously.
𝗥eа𝘥 𝗈n a𝗇у 𝘥е𝘃𝘪сe on 𝖻е𝗅𝗻𝗼𝗏е𝗹𝘀.𝘤o𝗆
She walked back into the office.
Lucian wasn’t there.
The door to the balcony was open. The desert wind blew the curtains inward.
Skye walked to the desk. Lucian’s laptop was open.
She glanced at the screen. It was a live feed of the casino floor. Smoke billowed from the lower levels. Fire crews were working.
And then she saw something else.
A small window in the corner of the screen showed a server log.
System Alert: External Access Attempt. Source: Unknown.
Targeting: Vault 4 Mainframe.
Someone else was trying to hack the system. Skye’s pulse quickened. Was it Alistair? Or William?
“Curious p>
Skye jumped. Lucian stepped out from the shadows of the balcony. He held a glass of water.
“Just looking,” Skye said.
“That’s my private server,” Lucian said, walking over. He closed the laptop. “Someone is knocking on the door. Very persistently. The Morettis have hired some impressive talent p>
He handed her the water. “Drink. You look like a ghost p>
Skye took the glass. “Why take me to the vault? Why not just bunker down here p>