The cold glass of the smartphone pressed against Claire's trembling lips as she brought the microphone close.
The injured woman whispers into the phone with determination.
Voice (Fallen Woman - BOLD & WEAK): "Detective Morris... now."
Claire: (Faint whisper) Code red... penthouse foyer... Victoria pushed me... send tactical backup...
The automated dispatch voice chimed softly from the speaker before Claire quickly muted the volume.
Dispatcher: (Muffled voice) Trace confirmed. Unit dispatched to your GPS coordinates. Stay on the line.
A heavy shadow fell across the marble floor as Victoria's designer heels stopped right at the base of the staircase.
Victoria: Well, well. Looks like you're remarkably resilient for someone who just fell down a flight of glass stairs.
Claire let the phone slip from her fingers, letting it slide silently into the shadows beneath the console table.
Claire: (Weak cough) You won't... get away with this, Victoria... the police already know...
Victoria's smug smile faltered for a fraction of a second as she knelt down beside the broken body.
Victoria: Nobody is coming to save you, Claire. The security feed is off, and the doors are locked.
Can the authorities arrive in time to stop the ruthless corporate takeover and bring the killer to justice?