Morning sunlight flooded the massive living room of the Upper East Side penthouse.

Allison placed the two urns gently on the center of the black marble fireplace mantle.

She turned and walked down the hallway, pushing open a hidden door disguised as a bookshelf.

The room inside was dark, illuminated only by the glow of three high-end server racks and a massive curved monitor.

Allison sat in the leather chair. Her fingers hit the mechanical keyboard, flying across the keys with terrifying speed.

She inputted a series of NSA-level decryption codes she had memorized years ago. She didn't rely on brute force. During her time fixing Kason's amateur IT infrastructure, she had quietly embedded a dormant, untraceable backdoor protocol into the root architecture. She triggered it now.

Green lines of code cascaded down the screen. In less than four minutes, she silently bypassed the Lindsay Group's corporate firewall.

She dove straight into the core financial database, pulling up the raw transaction logs from the past twenty-four months.

Her eyes scanned the data blocks. She stopped scrolling.

There it was. Three massive, anomalous wire transfers routed through shell companies in the Cayman Islands.

She ran a trace algorithm. The progress bar flashed, and the final destination account popped onto the screen.

The account belonged to Cody Pierce. Haylee's younger brother.

Allison smirked. She downloaded the raw data, the IP logs, and the bank routing numbers onto a heavily encrypted black USB drive.

She stood up, walked into her walk-in closet, and pulled out a razor-sharp, white Tom Ford power suit.

Thirty minutes later, the elevator doors opened into the opulent lobby of Griffin Castro's Wall Street law firm.

Allison walked straight to the marble reception desk. Her stiletto heels clicked rhythmically against the floor.

"I need to see Griffin Castro," Allison said.

The receptionist offered a polite, plastic smile. "Do you have an appointment, ma'am? Mr. Castro is fully booked for the next three months."

Allison didn't argue. She picked up a heavy Montblanc pen from the desk and a piece of firm stationary.

She wrote down a complex string of hexadecimal code, followed by one sentence.

Your firm's internal firewall has seventeen critical vulnerabilities. I can expose your privileged client communications in sixty seconds.

She slid the paper across the marble. "Give this to Daniel Reeves, his chief of staff. Now."

The receptionist frowned but called a junior clerk to run the note upstairs.

Four minutes later, the private elevator dinged. Daniel Reeves sprinted out, his face pale, sweat beading on his forehead.

He stared at Allison, terrified. "Right this way, ma'am."

The elevator shot up to the top floor. Daniel pushed open the heavy mahogany doors to the senior partner's office.

Griffin Castro sat behind a massive desk. He was a predator in a bespoke suit, his dark eyes sharp and calculating.

He held up the piece of stationary. "Where did you get this vulnerability code?"

Allison pulled out the chair and sat down. She tossed the black USB drive onto his desk. It landed with a heavy clack.

"I want thirty percent of the Lindsay Group," Allison said, ignoring his question. "And I want you to handle the divorce."

Griffin let out a low, dark chuckle. "Kason's legal team will bury you. You won't get a dime."

Allison pointed at the USB drive. "Plug it in."

Griffin raised an eyebrow. He picked up the drive and inserted it into a standalone, air-gapped laptop.

He opened the files. His eyes darted across the screen, absorbing the financial data.

The amusement vanished from his face. He leaned back in his chair, staring at Allison as if seeing her for the first time.

"This is two million dollars of embezzled corporate funds," Griffin said slowly. "Directly linking the CEO's mistress's family to corporate fraud."

"It's enough to tank his stock by morning," Allison said.

Griffin steepled his fingers. "If you can get this kind of data, why do you need me?"

Allison leaned forward, resting her arms on his desk. "Because I need a bulldog to rip his throat out in a courtroom. Legally."

Griffin stared into her cold, dead eyes. A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face.

He stood up, buttoned his suit jacket, and extended his hand.

"Deal."

Allison shook his hand. Her grip was just as firm as his.

"Before I go," Allison said, "print me a standard, immediate-effect divorce settlement template. I have an errand to run."

At 2:00 PM, Allison swiped her still-active security badge and pushed open the glass doors of the Lindsay Group's Planning Department.

She carried an empty cardboard box.

The open-plan office was loud. A crowd of employees was gathered around the center desks, laughing uproariously.

Sitting on top of a desk in the middle of the crowd was Cody Pierce.

"I'm telling you, Kason finally threw the trash out," Cody boasted loudly, swinging his legs. "She's probably sleeping on a park bench right now."

A few employees snickered.

"Honestly," Cody sneered, his voice dripping with sleaze, "the only reason a nobody like her got into this company was because she knew how to spread her legs for the boss."

The laughter peaked. No one noticed Allison standing right behind them.

Allison's face remained completely blank. She didn't reach for any makeshift weapons. Her mind shifted instantly into a tactical assessment of the room. She walked back, stepping right in front of Cody, invading his personal space with a chilling, predatory silence.

Before he could even register the danger in her eyes, Allison moved. Her left foot swept out, striking the back of his knee with pinpoint, bone-jarring precision.

Cody's leg buckled instantly. As he tumbled backward off the desk, Allison grabbed his collar, redirecting his momentum to slam him face-first into the hard floor. Cody let out a sharp, breathless scream. He clutched his bruised face, disoriented and gasping for air.

The employees shrieked and scattered in pure terror.

Cody scrambled to his knees, his face flushed red with humiliation and fury. Blinded by rage, he roared, pulling his fist back to punch Allison square in the jaw.

Allison didn't flinch.

As his fist flew forward, her left hand shot up, blocking his forearm with bone-jarring force. Her right hand snapped out, gripping his wrist.

She twisted her hips, applying a brutal, calculated downward pressure on his joint.

Cody screamed again, his knees slamming into the carpet as the joint threatened to snap. Cold sweat poured down his neck.

Ding.

The elevator doors opened. Kason strode out, flanked by three senior executives and Griffin Castro, who was visiting for a consultation.

Kason saw the chaos. He saw Allison pinning Cody to the floor.

"Allison! Are you out of your damn mind?" Kason roared, sprinting into the room.

He shoved his way through the crowd. "Let him go! You crazy bitch!"

Allison released Cody's wrist in disgust. She pulled a tissue from a nearby desk and wiped her fingers, as if touching him had soiled her hands.

Kason knelt beside Cody, checking his face. He glared up at Allison. "Call security! Throw her out! I'm pressing assault charges!"

Allison let out a cold laugh.

She walked past Kason, stepping up to the massive presentation screen at the front of the room. She pulled the black USB drive from her pocket and jammed it into the console.

She hit three keys.

The massive screen flashed. Bank records, routing numbers, and Cody's name appeared in massive, undeniable font. Two million dollars.

The entire department went dead silent. You could hear a pin drop.

The executives stared at the screen, their mouths falling open. They looked from the data to Cody with absolute disgust.

Cody's face went pale beneath the humiliating red welts forming on his skin. "Kason... I... it was project expenses..."

Kason stared at the screen. His chest heaved. The humiliation of having his company's dirty laundry aired in front of everyone-especially Griffin Castro-burned him alive.

Instead of turning on Cody, Kason twisted his Patek watch. He glared at Allison.

"Turn that off!" Kason shouted. "You forged these documents because you're jealous of Haylee! You're pathetic!"

Standing at the back of the room, Griffin Castro watched Allison. A spark of genuine admiration lit up his dark eyes.

"Security!" Kason yelled. "Unplug that drive and get her out of here! If you spread these lies, Allison, I will destroy you!"

Allison looked at Kason. The man was defending a thief just to protect his mistress's brother.

She calmly pulled the USB drive out. She picked up a single pen from her old desk, dropped it into her empty box, and walked toward the elevator.

The crowd parted for her like the Red Sea.

As she passed Griffin, their eyes met for a fraction of a second. A silent, deadly understanding passed between them.

Allison stepped into the elevator. She pressed the button for the top floor. The CEO's office.

The top floor was empty. Kason was still downstairs doing damage control.

Allison used her master keycard to unlock the heavy double doors of the CEO's suite.

She walked straight to Kason's massive mahogany desk. She set down a thick stack of financial audit reports she had prepared weeks ago.

Her fingers moved with practiced, surgical precision. She knew it was a reckless move. A tactical error that could invite felony fraud charges if his legal team caught it. But as she stared at his empty chair, a wave of profound, suffocating disgust washed over her. For the first time in her life, she allowed emotion to override protocol. She wanted a shortcut. She just wanted to be free of this parasite immediately, consequences be damned.

She slipped the immediate-effect divorce settlement-the one that stripped her of nothing but demanded his signature-into the second-to-last page of the audit stack.

Heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway.

Allison took a half-step back, folding her hands in front of her, her face a mask of boredom.

Kason burst through the doors, his face flushed with anger.

"What the hell are you still doing in my building?" he snarled, marching toward the desk.

"I'm leaving the final audit reports," Allison said, her voice flat. "Sign the transfer of responsibility, and I'm gone."

Kason sneered. He just wanted her out of his sight. He grabbed his Montblanc pen from the holder.

He didn't read a single word. He flipped aggressively to the back of the thick stack, right to where the signature line of the divorce paper waited.

Allison held her breath. Her heart hammered against her ribs.

The gold nib of the pen hovered a millimeter above the paper.

Suddenly, the office doors flew open.

"Kason!"

Haylee ran into the room, tears streaming down her perfectly made-up face. She was trembling, clutching her designer purse. "Buster is at the vet... they say he might need surgery!"

Kason dropped the pen instantly.

He rushed around the desk, pulling Haylee into his chest. "Shh, baby, I've got you. It's okay."

Allison cursed silently. Her jaw clenched so hard her teeth ached.

Haylee buried her face in Kason's chest, then peeked out, her eyes locking onto Allison.

"Oh," Haylee whispered, her voice dripping with fake innocence. "Am I interrupting business?"

"No," Kason said coldly, glaring at Allison. "She was just dropping off garbage. Let's go to the clinic."

Before Kason could move, Griffin Castro strolled into the office.

Griffin's sharp eyes swept the room. They landed immediately on the desk. He noticed the slight difference in paper weight and the margin alignment of the document Kason had been about to sign.

Griffin walked casually toward the desk. "Kason, before you leave, I need to review these audit liabilities."

Griffin's broad shoulders completely blocked Kason and Haylee's view of the desk.

With a flick of his long fingers, Griffin slid the divorce settlement out from the stack. He folded it smoothly and slipped it into the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

He turned around, offering Allison a faint, mocking smirk.

Allison felt a cold sweat break out on her back. She exhaled slowly.

"We'll review it later, Griffin," Kason said, holding Haylee tightly. "I have a family emergency."

Kason guided Haylee out of the office, not giving the documents another glance.

The heavy doors clicked shut.

Griffin reached into his jacket, pulled out the crumpled divorce paper, and waved it in the air.

"Sloppy," Griffin said, his voice a low rumble. "If his lawyers caught this, you'd be facing felony fraud charges."

Allison rubbed the bridge of her nose. "I wanted a shortcut. I'm sick of looking at his face."

Griffin walked over to her. He towered over her, his presence suffocatingly dominant.

"From now on," Griffin said, his eyes locking onto hers, "you let me handle the legal slaughter. Understood?"