Ava returned home late that night. The city was quiet. Too quiet.
Her apartment door was slightly ajar.
Heart racing, she entered. Everything seemed normal. Until a shadow moved across the living room.
"Show yourself!" she demanded.
A masked intruder lunged. Ava dodged, rolling to the floor. She grabbed a heavy vase, striking the figure. A muffled grunt. They fled before she could see the face.
Minutes later, her phone buzzed. "Next time, you won't be so lucky."
She called Ethan immediately. They knew Adrian had escalated from corporate sabotage to physical danger.