Chapter 6 - The Trap is Set
By 8:00 AM, the storm had broken, leaving behind a slate-grey sky and slick, rain-washed streets reflecting the morning rush hour. Inside the high-security medical safehouse located three floors below Adrian’s office, Sophia Bennett sat wrapped in a heavy wool blanket, sipping hot tea. Her physical injuries still ached with every breath, but the fog of terror in her eyes had been replaced by something far more dangerous: clarity.
Adrian stood in the doorway, observing her quietly before stepping inside. He carried a fresh set of clothes, simple and unbranded, along with a secure tablet.
“How are you holding up, Sophia?” his voice was surprisingly gentle, devoid of the corporate coldness he reserved for boardrooms.
“I’m breathing,” she answered, looking up at him. Her voice was steady now. “For the first time in five years, I actually feel like I’m breathing on my own.”
“Good. Because we move today.”
“He’s going to be looking for me. He’s already calling my phone, sending alerts to my cards.”
“Let him look,” Adrian said, placing the tablet on the small table beside her. The screen displayed a live camera feed of the grand lobby of Bennett’s corporate headquarters downtown. “Right now, Richard believes everything is proceeding according to his timeline. He thinks you’re cowering somewhere in the city with his planted drive, terrified to come home, ready to be pinned as a corporate thief.”
Sophia looked at the tablet, her jaw tightening. “What do you want me to do?”
“Nothing that requires you to face him,” Adrian replied, pulling up a chair and sitting opposite her. “I am going to dismantle his entire life piece by piece, asset by asset, public honor by public honor. But to do it cleanly, legally, and permanently, I need your testimony on the record—not just about the corporate framing, but about every single night he laid his hands on you.”
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Sophia closed her eyes for a brief moment, remembering the boot marks, the bruises, the constant degradation. When she opened them again, all hesitation was gone.
“I’ll sign whatever you need,” she said clearly. “I’ll testify in open court. I don’t care what he owns or who he knows anymore. I want him to feel what it’s like to have everything stripped away.”
