Chapter 7 - The Final Hour
The sun was rising over Manhattan when they finally returned to Graham’s penthouse.
They had all the evidence: the texts, the wire transfers, the fake identity profiles.
Elise kicked off her heels and collapsed onto the velvet sofa, the adrenaline finally leaving her body.
Graham walked over, handing her a glass of aged whiskey before sitting down beside her.
“You saved my company, Elise. You saved my life’s work.”
Elise took a sip, the amber liquid burning beautifully down her throat.
“I enjoyed it,” she admitted quietly. “I forgot how good it feels to take down the monsters.”
Graham looked at her, the morning light catching the gold flecks in his eyes.
He reached out, his thumb gently tracing the line of her jaw.
“You’re the most brilliant woman I’ve ever met,” he whispered.
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Elise didn’t pull away.
She leaned into his touch, the space between them vanishing as Graham kissed her, a slow, deep promise of everything that was about to change.
