Arthur smiled, picking up his phone to place a call to our private security detail and the federal investigation unit.

Ten minutes later, we arrived at a private suite downtown where a tailored dark suit, fresh shoes, and a medical specialist were waiting. As the doctor cleaned my small wound and styled my hair, I looked at the sleek mirror in front of me. The fragile, heartbroken girl who had been thrown out into the rain two hours ago was gone.

By eleven-forty-five, three black SUVs pulled up outside the soaring glass tower of Summit Enterprises. I stepped out into the lobby, draped in a tailored black blazer, flanked by Arthur Pendelton and six uniform federal marshals holding federal arrest warrants.

The marble lobby was quiet, but high above on the eightieth floor, the penthouse boardroom was glowing with bright light. Gavin was up there right now, opening champagne, celebrating a victory he had stolen through murder and deceit, completely unaware that the real master of the house had just entered the building.

I walked toward the private express elevator, pressed the button for the penthouse floor, and watched the digital floor numbers count up rapidly into the sky. Gavin said I was nobody without my father. Tonight, he was going to learn exactly whose daughter I really was.