Harlan stood frozen in front of the window. The red and blue lights swept across the walls. The police were deploying. He had nowhere left to go. He was done… like a rat.
Behind him, Monique laughed again, a low, contemptuous, almost hysterical laugh.
"Look at you," she said. "Poor Harlan Reiss. Shitting himself because the police are here. You knew this is how you'd end up. A rat in a hole. Exactly what you've always been."
He turned around. At that moment, the last thing he needed was to hear this crazy bitch's bullshit. Ten minutes ago he had been on top of the world, and in an instant he had lost everything.
The CEO seat at Apex? Dead.
Victoria? Never.
Even his freedom? Lol.
He wasn't a rat. He was a corpse in the making.
He stared at Monique, but this time his face had changed.
"Shut your fucking mouth," he said.
