Chapter 73: Marry Me
The rain had finally dulled to a drizzle by the time the cab screeched to a halt outside Kingsley Corporation. Towering glass and steel loomed ahead, bright against the midnight sky. Jean opened the door without waiting for the engine to stop.
"Hey! Miss! The fare!" the cab driver called after her, frustration rising. But Jean didn’t spare him a glance.
She stepped out... barefoot, soaked, trembling... but her steps didn’t falter. Her white outfit clung to her, transparent in places, revealing the cuts on her knees, the scrapes on her arms. Blood mixed with rain, trailing in soft crimson smudges behind her with every step.
The security guard at the front entrance stepped forward, raising a hand to block her path. "Ma’am, you can’t just..."
Then he saw her face.
Recognition struck like lightning. His mouth opened, closed, then stammered, "M...Ms. Adams?"
Jean’s eyes burned like fire. "Which floor is Logan Kingsley on?"
The man gulped, stepping aside. "T-Thirty seventh. Top floor. The private office."
Jean didn’t thank him.
She pushed past the revolving doors. The sound of her bare feet slapping against the cold marble floor echoed through the grand lobby. Behind her, the cab driver’s angry shouts were swallowed by the glass.
She reached the elevator and stabbed the button. Her reflection stared back at her in the polished metal doors... wild hair, bloodied legs, a haunted stare. She looked insane. Or broken. Or maybe both.