Chapter 240
Chapter 240:
Alycia stared at the bottle. She swallowed, her throat dry. “Mom — what is that p>
Susan regarded the vial with cold, clinical detachment.
“A highly concentrated synthetic hormone disruptor,” she said, her voice dropping to a low murmur. “I acquired it through a very expensive, very discreet contact. It was originally developed for chemical castration p>
Alycia’s eyes went wide.
“If a woman ingests just three drops a day for a week,” Susan continued, her eyes gleaming, “it triggers an aggressive, irreversible autoimmune response in the reproductive system. Premature Ovarian Failure. Her eggs die completely. No doctor on earth can reverse it p>
A dark, twisted current of excitement moved through Alycia, followed immediately by a sharp spike of anxiety.
𝘔𝗈r𝗲 𝘯o𝗏е𝘭𝘴 𝗈𝗇 𝘨𝘢𝗅n𝘰𝗏еlѕ.𝗰о𝗺
“But Mom,” she said, gripping the edge of the desk, “June has locked me out entirely. The security at Apex Bio is impenetrable. I can’t get anywhere near her food or her coffee. How are we supposed to do this p>
Susan let out a harsh, condescending scoff and looked at her daughter as though she were being deliberately slow.
“Have you forgotten?” she said. “You already have a perfectly positioned pawn sitting right outside her office door p>
Realization moved across Alycia’s face. “Abbie p>
“Exactly,” Susan said. “But Abbie is weak and frightened right now. You need to use the recording. Break her spirit completely. Make her believe June sees her as nothing — fear and humiliation are the most reliable motivators there are p>
Two hours later.
The rain had stopped, leaving the streets of Brooklyn slick and gray. Inside a rundown, dimly lit café on the edge of the borough — chosen specifically because it had no security cameras — Abbie Henson sat in a cracked vinyl booth. She wore a baseball cap pulled low over her eyes, both hands wrapped tightly around a cheap ceramic mug, knuckles white with tension.
The bell above the door chimed.
Alycia walked in, sleek in a black trench coat with her designer sunglasses pushed up onto her head. She made her way to the back booth and slid into the seat across from Abbie without greeting her.
She reached into her pocket, placed the small black vial at the center of the sticky table, and said nothing.
Abbie stared at it and physically recoiled, pressing her back against the booth. “What is that?” she whispered, her voice shaking. “I told you, I can’t do this anymore. June is acting like a tyrant — she screams at me every single day. If she catches me, she will have me thrown in federal prison p>
Alycia smiled. It was a sweet, practiced, sickeningly gentle smile.
She reached into her purse, set a micro digital voice recorder on the table, and pressed play.
The audio was crystal clear — captured two days earlier by an informant in the analytics department who had left his phone recording on his desk. June’s cold, composed voice came through the small speaker without distortion.
Message from Noa: Have a really good good time dear readers. God loves you and Noa wishes you all the best. /