Jayden paused near the elevator, pulling his phone from his pocket while keeping Sarah pressed firmly against his side. He pressed the phone to his ear as they waited for the doors to open.
"It's me," Jayden said into the receiver, his authoritative voice carrying clearly down the quiet corridor. "I'm bringing Sarah back to the estate now. Double the security around my property immediately, and put a permanent detail on this apartment building. I have the adoption records Keith dug up—I want your top team to verify every name and license number in this file by morning."
In the darkness of the stairwell, Keith's jaw locked so hard his teeth clicked. A bitter, mocking sneer curled his upper lip. You think you've won, don't you, Jayden? Keith thought, his fingers gripping the cold metal handle of the stairwell door until his knuckles turned ghostly white. You think bringing her home and taking that paper can wipe away five years of history?
