Chapter 3 3

The office was freezing. That was the first thing Elmira noticed. It was kept at a temperature meant to preserve servers, not comfort humans.

Ingram Holmes stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to her. He was looking out at the city he practically owned. His suit was charcoal gray, tailored to perfection, emphasizing the breadth of his shoulders.

He didn't turn around.

"You have thirty seconds to justify why I shouldn't have you charged with fraud."

Elmira froze in the doorway. She had prepared for an interrogation about her condition. She had prepared for a background check. She had not prepared for this level of immediate aggression.

"Excuse me?"

Ingram turned. His face was a mask of cold indifference. He had high cheekbones and eyes the color of ice. He looked at her not as a woman, but as a line item on a balance sheet.

He walked to his desk and pushed a document toward the edge. "The Scholarship Agreement. Clause 12, Section B. The morality clause you violated."

"My grandfather believed in punishing liabilities," Ingram said, his voice devoid of emotion. "Carrying my brother's illegitimate child makes you the largest liability on our books. My merger with Perez Oil depends on a scandal-free portfolio. You are a loose end."

Elmira walked forward. She looked at the contract she'd just signed with Silas.

Clause: Non-Disclosure.

Compensation: $1 million. Contingent on termination of pregnancy and immediate relocation outside the United States.

One million dollars. The price of her silence, her future, and her child. Access to this office was her only chance.

It was a trap. But it was also a shortcut.

"This is inhumane," Elmira said, gripping her skirt. "Mr. Holmes, I don't even know your brother that well. It was one night."

"You don't need to know him. You need to know the consequences," Ingram said. He stepped closer. The air around him smelled of expensive cologne and ozone. "You are the charity case who got greedy. It's a tragic story. The press will eat it up. It distracts from the antitrust investigation."

"And if I refuse?"

"Then the scholarship is revoked retroactively. You will be sued for the tuition. We will attach a lien to any asset you ever hope to acquire for the rest of your life. You will be bankrupt by Friday."

He didn't blink. It wasn't a threat; it was a forecast.

Elmira bit her lip, feigning defeat. "The agreement Silas gave me... it has a flaw."

A flicker of surprise crossed Ingram's face. He nodded. "Sensible."

She pointed to a line in the NDA. "This indemnification clause is unenforceable in the state of New York if the subject is under duress, which, given the threat of financial ruin, I am. A good lawyer would get this thrown out. And the discovery process would be... messy for your merger."

His eyes narrowed. This time, her hand didn't shake as she held the document.

"Silas," Ingram called out.

The Chief of Staff entered with a new document, already prepared.

"A revised offer, sir."

They took the private elevator to the garage. A black Rolls Royce waited. They got into the back seat. The partition slid up, sealing them in.

Ingram immediately opened a file folder, ignoring her.

"This is not a negotiation," Ingram said, breaking the silence. "You will be escorted to the clinic. Then to the airport."

Elmira leaned forward. She invaded his personal space. She saw his pupils constrict. She smelled the starch of his shirt.

"And what about your grandmother?" she whispered. She reached out. Her fingers brushed the edge of the file he was holding. It was a medical report. She'd glimpsed the name on top: Victoria Holmes. "I read about her heart condition. Digoxin. Very sensitive to interactions. It would be a shame if someone, say, a disgruntled former scholarship student, sent an anonymous tip to the press about the... experimental herbal supplements your mother has been giving her."

His muscles bunched under his suit. He grabbed her wrist. His grip was hard, warm.

"That is not in your file," he warned.

Elmira blinked, making her eyes look wide and innocent. "Just calibrating for the risks, Mr. Holmes. You look like you're about to close a hostile takeover."

She saw Silas watching them in the rearview mirror.

"The clinic first, sir?" Silas asked, his voice flat through the intercom.

Ingram's jaw tightened. He didn't let go of her wrist. He pulled her an inch closer. The danger in his eyes was real.

"Don't push your luck, Ms. Moran."

The car purred to life. Through the tinted windows, Elmira saw the sterile facade of a private medical building. Ingram had planned every step.

He took a deep breath. The cold mask slammed back into place. He dropped her wrist as if it were contaminated.

"Showtime," he muttered.

He kicked the door open and gestured for her to get out into the cold, sterile air.