Chapter 9 - The Gun in the White RoomNo one moved.

The loft was too white, too quiet, too clean for the ugliness now standing inside it.

Celeste held the gun like someone who had practiced in private and hoped never to shake in public. But her hand trembled slightly. Lena saw it. Adrian saw it too.

The two men behind Celeste were not security guards.

They looked like men who did not appear on payroll records.

Adrian stepped in front of Lena.

Celeste smiled.

“Oh, don’t start that again.”

“Put it down,” Adrian said.

“Or what? You’ll release another video? Kneel dramatically? Ruin my lighting?”

Mabel clutched the blue ledger against her chest.

Celeste’s eyes shifted to it.

“There it is,” she whispered. “All this time. In a wall.”

Lena’s fear was cold now, but beneath it something else was waking.

Rage.

“My mother hid it from you.”

Celeste’s smile thinned. “Your mother hid a lot of things.”

“She hid the truth.”

“She hid leverage,” Celeste snapped. “There’s a difference.”

Adrian’s voice stayed calm. “Celeste, you’re being recorded.”

For the first time, uncertainty flashed in her eyes.

He lifted his hands slightly. “My security activated emergency audio the second you entered.”

Celeste’s gaze darted around.

Bluff, Lena thought.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Celeste pointed the gun at him.

“Then tell them I want the ledger.”

One of the men moved toward Mabel.

Lena stepped in front of her before she could think.

Adrian said her name sharply.

Celeste laughed. “Look at you. One viral video and now you think you’re brave.”

Lena’s voice came out low.

“No. I think you’re scared.”

Celeste’s face hardened.

“You know nothing about me.”

“I know you pushed me when no one was watching closely. I know you lied when they did. I know you made a video crying because the truth embarrassed you.” Lena took one slow breath. “And I know you came here before sunrise with a gun for a book you claim doesn’t matter.”

Celeste’s nostrils flared.

For a moment, Lena saw the real woman beneath the polish. Not powerful. Not untouchable. Just furious that someone she considered beneath her had learned to speak.

“You think that ledger saves you?” Celeste asked. “It destroys everyone. Vale. Blackwood. Your mother too.”

Lena stiffened.

Celeste saw it and smiled.

“There it is. You still believe she was perfect.”

Mabel said, “Don’t listen to her.”

Celeste’s eyes snapped to the older woman. “Quiet.”

Then she looked back at Lena.

“Your mother wasn’t just a designer. She was going to expose all of them. Vale, Blackwood, investors, fake charities, shell companies. She thought she could clean the whole industry with a sewing needle.” Celeste tilted her head. “She was naive.”

“She was honest,” Mabel whispered.

“She was dangerous,” Celeste said. “And dangerous women get removed.”

The words hung in the room.

Adrian’s face went still.

Lena felt the floor vanish beneath her.

“What did you say?”

Celeste realized too late.

Adrian stepped forward.

One of the men grabbed him.

Everything happened at once.

Mabel threw the ledger toward Lena.

Celeste shouted.

Lena caught it and ran.

Not toward the door.

Toward the windows.

The loft had a fire escape. Her mother used to complain about pigeons nesting on it. Lena had climbed it as a child, barefoot and fearless.

She heard Adrian fighting behind her.

He hit one man hard enough to send him crashing into the staged dining table. The second man lunged for Lena, but Mabel swung a metal floor lamp at his knees with surprising violence.

“Run, baby!” Mabel screamed.

Lena unlocked the window.

Celeste fired.

The shot cracked through the loft.

Glass exploded above Lena’s shoulder.

She screamed but kept moving.

Adrian shouted her name.

Lena climbed onto the fire escape, clutching the ledger under one arm. Cold dawn air slapped her face. Sirens wailed in the distance.

So Adrian had not been bluffing.

Or someone had called.

She scrambled down the metal steps. Her shoes slipped. Her scraped palm tore open again, blood staining the bandage.

Behind her, Celeste reached the window.

Her perfect hair whipped in the wind.

“Lena!”

Lena looked up.

Celeste aimed the gun.

Then Adrian appeared behind her and seized her wrist.

The gun fired into the sky.

Lena ran.

Down one level.

Two.

Three.

At the bottom, she dropped into the alley and nearly collapsed.

A black car screeched to a stop.

Security poured out.

Police sirens grew louder.

Lena turned back.

High above, Adrian wrestled Celeste away from the window.

For one terrible second, both vanished from sight.

Then someone fell.

Lena screamed.

A body hit the fire escape landing two floors above.

Not Adrian.

One of Celeste’s men.

The ledger shook in Lena’s hands.

A police car turned into the alley.

And Lena realized something with absolute clarity.

This was no longer about a dress.

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