The weight of Elias's words lingered in the cold night air. If you can get into Monroe's world, you might find something your father couldn't. The idea sent a chill down Lily's spine, but fear wouldn't stop her—not when she was this close to uncovering the truth.
Elias leaned against the rusted train car, his expression unreadable. "We don't have much time. Monroe is cautious, but he has weaknesses. We just have to find them."
Lily tightened her grip on the note from her father. "How do I even get close to him? He doesn't just let strangers walk into his life."
Elias studied her for a moment, then smirked slightly. "No, he doesn't. But you're not just anyone."
Lily's brows furrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Elias crossed his arms. "Monroe knew your father, and he knows you exist. If you show up out of nowhere, he'll be suspicious. But if you make him believe you're valuable—someone he needs—then he'll let you in himself."
Noah scoffed. "Oh, that sounds easy. Just make a ruthless criminal think Lily is useful. What could go wrong?"
Elias shot him a look. "It's risky, but it's the only way." He turned back to Lily. "You have two options: earn his trust or make him curious."
Lily exhaled slowly. "And how do I do that?"
Elias smirked. "By playing the game on his level."
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The next morning, Lily found herself in front of a sleek glass building in the heart of the city. The Monroe Corporation.
She hadn't slept much after their conversation with Elias. Instead, she had spent the night going over everything she had learned, preparing herself for what she was about to do. She was walking straight into the lion's den—but she refused to be afraid.
Noah stood beside her, shifting uncomfortably. "Are you sure about this?"
Lily took a deep breath. "No. But I'm doing it anyway."
Before he could protest, she pushed through the glass doors.
The lobby was pristine, with marble floors and high ceilings. People in expensive suits moved with purpose, their conversations hushed and professional. A woman at the front desk glanced up as Lily approached.
"Can I help you?"
Lily straightened her shoulders. "I'm here to see James Monroe."
The receptionist gave her a skeptical look. "Do you have an appointment?"
Lily forced a confident smile. "Tell him Lily Everett is here."
The woman hesitated but eventually picked up the phone, murmuring something to the person on the other end.
Noah shifted beside her, whispering, "This is insane."
Lily ignored him, keeping her expression steady. She wasn't leaving without answers.
A moment later, the receptionist set down the phone. "Mr. Monroe will see you now."
Lily's stomach tightened. She hadn't expected it to be this easy.
A security guard led them to a private elevator, and as the doors closed, Lily gripped the railing to steady herself. Noah shot her a nervous glance. "Lily, if something goes wrong—"
"I know," she murmured. "Just stay close."
The elevator ride was smooth, but Lily's heart pounded harder with every second. When the doors slid open, they stepped into a lavish office with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city.
And there, seated behind a massive desk, was James Monroe.
He looked up as they entered, his piercing blue eyes locking onto Lily's. A slow smirk spread across his face. "Lily Everett."
Her breath hitched. He knew exactly who she was.
"I've been expecting you."