He also noticed the driver wasn’t the usual company chauffeur, it was a different man, sitting rigid, eyes flickering nervously toward Catherine as she approached.
Daniel’s heart pounded. His mind raced back to all the late-night crime shows he had watched, all the news reports about corporate sabotage, revenge, or worse.
This wasn’t just a mistake. This wasn’t ordinary. Something terrible was waiting.
And so, with fear clawing his throat but courage forcing him forward, Daniel dropped the broom he was holding and ran. His boots slapped against the pavement, and his voice tore through the calm morning air like a siren. Don’t get in the car.
Catherine froze. The entire courtyard seemed to freeze too. Executives turned their heads.
Security guards startled. For a moment, no one understood. Who was this janitor to shout at their CEO? How dare he? But Daniel’s hand was raised, his voice filled with desperation, his face carved with urgency.
Seconds later, Catherine realized why. Because just as she stopped, her hand hovering above the handle, a small metallic click sounded from beneath the vehicle. A sound too subtle for most to notice, but in the deadly quiet that followed Daniel’s cry, it was unmistakable.
Catherine’s eyes widened as fear rushed through her chest. The driver looked panicked, fumbling with something near the dashboard. Security guards ran forward, and within moments chaos erupted.
They pulled Catherine back, shielding her, while Daniel lunged to the side, pointing at the wire under the car. There’s something there, he shouted. The guards crouched low, and soon the truth revealed itself, a crude but dangerous-looking device rigged beneath the vehicle…
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