Don’t get into the elevator. There is a bomb in there. Don’t get in the elevator. The words tore from Finwell’s throat as he burst through the stairwell door. His work boot skidding on the polished marble of the 42nd floor. His lungs burned from running up all those stairs. Sweat dripping into his eyes.
His maintenance uniform soaked through. But none of that mattered because June Brooks, CEO of Nexora Innovations, was stepping toward the open elevator doors with her phone pressed to her ear. She froze, her hand inches from the elevator’s call button. Ice blue eyes snapped at him with a mixture of shock and suspicion.
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Who are you? Her free hand moved toward her phone’s panic button. How did you get up here? I’m Finn Wells, night janitor, and you need to listen to me right now. Security is already on their way. There’s a device in the basement attached to this elevator. It’s set to trigger in 43 minutes. If you get in that elevator, you’re going to die. The executive floor fell silent except for the low hum of the building’s ventilation system.
Juns expression shifted, calculating, processing. Her thumb hovered over her phone screen. Finn could see her mind working, analyzing the threat, weighing the probability of his truth against the possibility of danger. You have 10 seconds to explain yourself before I have you arrested. Finn’s chest heaved as he caught his breath.
Basement maintenance room behind the electrical panel for this elevator. Small black device with red and green wires attached directly to the hydraulic system. Timer showing 43 minutes and counting down. When it hits zero, the cables will snap. Anyone inside falls 42 floors. June’s face went pale, but her voice remained steady.
How do you know what it is? My father was a demolition’s expert army before the Alzheimer’s took him. I grew up around this stuff. I know a timer when I see one, and I know sabotage when it’s staring me in the face. For three heartbeats, June studied him. Her eyes traced his face, looking for tells, for lies, for any sign of deception.
Then she asked, “Why should I trust you? You could be part of this. Get me away from my security down to an isolated basement. If I wanted to hurt you, would I run up 42 flights of stairs?” He pulled out his phone, showing her a photo he’d taken. I documented it. Look. The image was blurry, but clear enough. The device, the wires, the digital timer showing 4417.
June’s expression changed completely. Show me now. They took the stairs. June kicked off her heels and carried them, keeping pace with Finn in her stockings as they descended into the building’s underground levels. Neither spoke during the first few flights, but then June broke the silence.
“You said your shift ended at 9:00. Why were you here at nearly midnight?” “Overtime,” Finn said, taking the stairs two at a time. “My daughter’s school is having a fundraiser. She wants to go on the field trip to the science museum. $200 by Friday.” “And you were in the maintenance room because circuit breaker tripped on the third floor.

Happens sometimes when the cleaning crew runs too many vacuums at once.” I went to reset it. saw your elevator’s panel was open. Thought maybe that was the problem. He glanced back at her, found something much worse. The maintenance room smelled of oil and electricity. Finn led her to the electrical panel, using his flashlight to illuminate the small device tucked behind it.
In the harsh LED light, it looked even more sinister. “Professional, deliberate, deadly.” “Don’t touch it,” he warned as June leaned in for a closer look. She pulled out her phone, its camera light adding to the illumination. “This is military grade,” she said quietly. “And something in her tone made Finn look at her more closely.
” “Professional installation, someone who knew exactly what they were doing.” “You’ve seen something like this before.” June straightened up, her expression distant. 5 years ago, different device, same result. She met his eyes, my husband’s boat. They called it an accident, but the insurance investigators found accelerant residue.
Someone wanted him dead to destabilize the company. And now they want you dead. The hostile takeover. June’s laugh was bitter. Three board members have been pushing for months. They want to sell Nsora to our biggest competitor. Got the company for parts. I’ve been blocking them. She looked at the timer now showing 4113. We need to call the police. FBI? No.
The word came out sharp. Not yet. Think about it. Whoever did this has highlevel access. They knew I’d be here tonight. And I only decided to stay late 3 hours ago when the board meeting ran over. Only six people knew. Finn felt the weight of that realization settling in his stomach like lead. Someone on your board or someone working with them? June pulled up something on her phone.
You’re Finn Wells. Single father, daughter named Daisy, 7 years old. You’ve worked here for 3 years. Perfect attendance record, except for when Daisy was hospitalized with pneumonia last winter. How do you I know everything about everyone who works in this building. It’s how I stay alive. June’s fingers flew across her phone screen.
You were working overtime tonight. Your daughter is with her grandmother, Melissa’s mother, Patricia. She lives 40 minutes away in Riverside Heights. You know where my mother-in-law lives? I know you drive a 2014 Honda Civic that needs new tires. I know Daisy goes to Riverside Elementary and loves her second grade teacher, Mrs. Martinez.
I know you’ve been taking night classes online for a business degree, but had to drop out last semester when the tuition went up. June’s eyes met his. I also know you found this device by accident. You could have walked away, pretended you never saw it, and let you die. It would have been safer for you, for Daisy. Finn thought of his daughter asleep at her grandmother’s house, trusting him to come home safe.
Her gaptod smile when she’d hugged him goodbye, the way she still set a place for her mother at their kitchen table on special occasions. Then he looked at this woman who just admitted someone wanted her dead, who was standing in a maintenance room at midnight instead of running. “My wife died in my arms,” he said quietly.
Hemorrhaging, the doctors couldn’t stop. I held her hand and watched the life drain from her eyes while our daughter cried in the next room. His voice cracked. I’m not watching someone else die when I can stop it. I couldn’t live with myself. Couldn’t look Daisy in the eye knowing I let someone die to keep us safe. June studied him for a long moment.
You’re either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. My wife used to say both. That earned him the ghost of a smile. We need help, but not the police. Not yet. She scrolled through her contacts. Private security firm, former Secret Service. They can sweep the building without alerting anyone.
What about the device? We leave it. Let him think it worked. Finn stared at her. You want to fake your death? I want them confident enough to reveal themselves. June’s eyes were hard as diamonds. But I need someone I can trust right now. That’s you. I’m a janitor. You’re the man who saved my life. That outweighs any job title. She made the call, speaking in rapidcoded phrases.
When she hung up, she turned to Finn. They’ll be here in 20 minutes. We need to check my office and car. They moved through the building like shadows using Finn’s maintenance keys and knowledge of blind spots in the security system. In the parking garage, June’s Mercedes sat alone in the executive section. “Stay back,” Finn said, dropping to his knees beside the vehicle.
He pulled out his phone’s flashlight, checking underneath. “There, brake line. See where it’s been scored? Few hard stops and it’ll rupture completely.” They wanted it to look like another accident. Your husband’s death. Was it ever investigated properly? June’s jaw tightened. The police said accident. The insurance company said suspicious.
The board said to let it go. That pursuing it would damage the company’s reputation. She stared at her car. I was 30, suddenly widowed, inheriting a company half the board thought I couldn’t run. I had to pick my battles. And now they’re picking theirs. Within an hour, the building was quietly flooding with June’s security team.
They worked in shadows, using Finn’s maintenance access to avoid the regular security cameras. Cameras they now knew could be compromised. Second device confirmed. One of them reported through June’s phone. Her car brake lines rigged to fail. June’s hand tightened on the phone. Finn saw her processing the implications.
Multiple assassination attempts. Multiple opportunities for accidents. There’s more. The team leader’s voice crackled. Office sprinkler system, not water in those pipes. What is it? Finn asked. Accelerant. Same type found on her husband’s boat 5 years ago. June sank into a maintenance chair. The weight of it all finally showing.
For the first time since he’d met her, she looked vulnerable, young, afraid. They really want me dead. Triple redundancy, Finn said, his mind working through the logic. Elevator fails, you take your car. Car fails, you make it back to your office. Either way, Either way, I die tonight. June’s voice was hollow. If you hadn’t found that device, hadn’t warned me, I’d be falling right now. 42 floors.
They say you have time to think on the way down to know you’re going to die. But you’re not falling. You’re alive. We can stop this. We know someone wants me dead. We don’t know who. Finn crouched down beside her chair, noticing how her hands trembled slightly. Then we find out.
You said six people knew you were staying late. Start there. Gerald Ashford, CFO. Mariana Frost, operations. Christopher Lang, legal. June listed them mechanically. All three have been fighting my leadership since Graham died. The other three are my assistant, the head of security, and the building’s facility manager.
Your head of security, Russell Whitmore. He’s been with the company for 15 years. Graham hired him personally. He’s been protecting me for 5 years. Why would he? She stopped, her face paling further. Unless he was never protecting me. Unless he was waiting for what? for the right price or the right opportunity.
June stood up pacing the small room. Six months ago, I tried to restructure security to report directly to me instead of the board. They blocked it. Said it was unnecessary. Said Russell had their full confidence. They were protecting him. Or he was already working with them. June pulled up her phone again.
We need the FBI now, but quietly. By 4:00 a.m., the FBI had set up a command center in a building across the street. June was supposedly dead. A tragic elevator malfunction that sent her plummeting 42 floors. The news would break with the morning shows. Finn had been relocated with her to protective custody.
Officially just a janitor who discovered the body and was too traumatized to work. “Your daughter,” June said as they watched monitors showing Nzora’s building. She’s safe with my mother-in-law. Told her I had emergency overtime. She’s used to it. Since Melissa died, I’ve been taking every extra shift I can get. Daisy deserves better than just scraping by.
Tell me about Melissa. Finn smiled sadly. We met in high school. She was the validictorian. Full scholarship to art school. I was the guy who fixed her car when it broke down in the school parking lot. She said I had gentle hands. He looked at his calloused palms. She was 8 months pregnant when the complication started.
Placental abruption. They performed an emergency C-section. Saved Daisy. But Melissa, the bleeding wouldn’t stop. I’m sorry. She got to hold Daisy for 10 minutes, named her, told me to be brave for her. Then she was gone, and I was alone with this tiny baby who looked just like her mother.
June reached over, her hand covering his. You weren’t alone. You had your mother-in-law. Patricia saved us. Moved in for the first year, taught me everything. How to change diapers, make bottles, survive on no sleep. But more than that, she taught me it was okay to grieve and parent at the same time. Graham and I never had children.
We were always waiting for the right time. when the company was stable, when the board was settled, then his boat exploded and the right time never came. Look, Finn pointed at one of the monitors. Three figures had entered the Nexora building despite the supposed tragedy. Gerald Ashford, Maryanne Frost, and Christopher Lang.
They headed straight for the boardroom. Emergency board meeting, June said. They’re not even waiting for my body to be cold. Ma’am, an FBI agent approached. We’ve got audio. They listened as the three board members discussed the unfortunate accident and the immediate need to accept the buyout offer from their competitor.
But it was Russell Witmore’s voice that made June’s hands clench into fists. “The other devices have been removed,” he said calmly. “No evidence of anything except a tragic elevator malfunction. Cables were old, overdue for replacement. I’ve already altered the maintenance records.” “And you’re certain she’s dead?” Marann Frost asked. 42 floors. No one survives that.
The janitor who found her is traumatized. Won’t be a problem. Good. Then we move forward immediately. The buyout papers are ready. 10 million each deposited in the Cayman accounts. Finn watched June’s face transform from shock to cold fury. They planned everything. They killed Graham. They tried to kill me. All for money.
Have you ever watched someone you thought you could trust completely betray you? Sometimes the biggest threats come from those closest to us. But here’s the thing about betrayal. It only works if you don’t see it coming. 2 days later, the world mourned June Brooks. The financial news covered nothing else. Nexor stock plummeted.
And in the boardroom, four conspirators signed papers to sell the company for a fraction of its worth. Their offshore accounts growing fat with kickbacks. That’s when the FBI struck. The arrests were simultaneous, coordinated, and very public. News helicopters circled as Gerald Ashford was led out in handcuffs, screaming about his lawyers.
Maryanne Frost tried to run and was tackled in the parking garage, her designer suit tearing as she hit the concrete. Christopher Lang collapsed, claiming heart problems that were thoroughly ignored. And Russell Witmore, the man who’d planted the devices, was taken from his home in front of his family, his teenage son watching in horror as his father was revealed as a would-be killer.
The press conference that afternoon broke the internet. June Brooks walked onto the stage very much alive, flanked by FBI agents and Finn Wells. She was wearing the same suit from that night, and her voice carried across the packed room with devastating clarity. Three nights ago, four members of this company’s leadership tried to murder me.
They planted explosive devices designed to look like accidents. They did this for money, for power, and because they couldn’t accept a woman running this company. She paused, letting that sink in. They failed because of one man, Finn Wells, a night janitor who worked overtime to pay for his daughter’s school fundraiser. He found the first device.
He ran up 42 flights of stairs to warn me. He risked everything to save someone he’d never even spoken to before. The cameras swung to Finn, who looked deeply uncomfortable with the attention. Nexora innovations will be rebuilt from the ground up. New board, new security, new culture. And it starts with recognizing that heroes don’t always wear suits.
They sometimes wear work boots and carry mops. Effective immediately, I’m creating a new position, director of corporate integrity. Finn Wells will oversee all safety protocols, ethics compliance, and employee concerns. He’ll report directly to me with full authority to shut down any operation that compromises safety. The salary was $180,000 a year.
The office was on the 42nd floor and Finn’s first action was implementing an anonymous reporting system that couldn’t be blocked or accessed by management. This is insane, he told June after the conference. I don’t know anything about being a director. You knew something was wrong and you acted.
That’s more than any of my directors did. June looked tired but determined. I need someone I can trust, Finn. Someone who won’t look away when it’s easier to stay quiet. What about Daisy? the hours, the responsibility. Bring her here after school. We’ll set up a study room. Hell, we’ll set up a full child care center. Nexor’s employees deserve better support. June’s expression softened.
You saved my life. Let me help you build a better one for your daughter. Over the following months, everything changed. Finn went from cleaning offices to protecting the people who worked in them. He discovered he had a talent for seeing problems others missed, for listening to employees who’d been ignored.
The maintenance staff trusted him. The secretaries confided in him. Even the executives learned to respect the former janitor who’d saved their CEO. But it was his relationship with June that surprised everyone, including them. It started with late meetings about security protocols. June would order dinner. They’d work through policies and procedures.
Somewhere between the spreadsheets and safety manuals, they started talking about other things. Graham loved boats, June said one evening, 3 months after the assassination attempt. They were reviewing security footage, the remains of Chinese takeout scattered across the conference table. He’d grown up sailing, said the water was where he could think clearly. That’s why they chose the boat.
They knew he’d be alone, vulnerable. You miss him. I miss who we were together. We built Nexora from nothing. Just an idea and too much coffee. When he died, half the company thought I’d fail. The other half thought I’d sell. She smiled grimly. They underestimated me. People do that, Finn said.
They see what they expect. CEO, janitor, single parent. They don’t see the person underneath. What do you see when you look at me? Finn considered the question carefully, studying her face in the soft conference room lighting. Someone who’s been fighting alone for too long. Someone who is afraid to trust but desperately wants to.
Someone who works 16-hour days because an empty house is harder than an empty office. June’s breath caught. That’s uncomfortably accurate. My house isn’t empty, Finn said carefully. Daisy fills it with noise and chaos and light. But sometimes after she’s asleep, I stand in the doorway of the room that was supposed to be Melissa’s art studio.
She never got to paint in it. And I wonder what kind of man I’d be if she’d lived. If I’d still be a janitor, if I’d be better or just different. You’re a good man, Finn Wells. I’m trying to be for Daisy. She asks about you, admittedly, constantly. When is Miss June coming to dinner? Does she like spaghetti? Can she see my science project? She’s drawn you into every picture of her family tree at school. June’s eyes glistened.
She has? right between me and her mom. She says you’re the lady who daddy saved, who gave him an important job. She thinks you’re a superhero. I’m not. You survived an assassination attempt and sent four criminals to prison. That’s pretty superhero to a 7-year-old. What about to a 37year-old? June’s voice was soft, vulnerable in a way he’d never heard before.
Finn’s heart hammered. That’s complicated. Because I’m your boss. Because the last woman I love died in my arms. Because you almost died 3 months ago. Because Daisy can’t lose anyone else, and neither can I. June stood up, moving around the table to stand in front of him. I’m not going anywhere, Finn. They tried to kill me and failed.
I’m done running, done hiding, done being alone. She took a breath. I look forward to seeing you every day. Not my director of integrity. You, the man who brings me coffee without being asked, who remembers I forget to eat lunch, who makes me laugh when board meetings run long. I’m falling for you. And it terrifies me because I haven’t felt this way since Graham. June.
She took it slow. Coffee became lunch. Lunch became dinner. And one Saturday, 3 weeks after that confession, Finn brought Daisy to the zoo where June was waiting with tickets and a smile. Miss June. Daisy ran to her, grabbing her hand. Did you know elephants have the best memories in the animal kingdom? And the oldest female leads the herd.
She’s called the matriarch, and she remembers every elephant she’s ever met and every place they found water, even from 40 years ago. I didn’t know that, June said, letting herself be pulled toward the elephant exhibit. Tell me more. Finn watched them together, his daughter chattering excitedly, June listening with genuine interest.
Something in his chest loosened. She’s nice, Daisy announced at bedtime that night. Not fake nice like Mrs. Patterson next door. Real nice. She listened to everything about elephants and didn’t even look bored. Yeah, she’s nice. Dad. Daisy’s voice was serious in that way only seven-year-olds could manage. Is Miss June going to be my new mom? Finn’s throat tightened.
I don’t know, sweetheart. Would that be okay with you if she was? Mom’s in heaven, right? She can’t come back. That’s right. Then I think she’d want us to have someone. Someone who makes you smile like you did today. Daisy yawned. You don’t smile enough, Dad. 6 months after the assassination attempt, Finn stood with June in a cemetery, white roses in his hand.
“Melissa,” he said quietly to the headstone. “This is June. She’s She’s important to us. To me and Daisy both. I wanted you to meet her. June knelt, placing her own roses beside Finn’s. I’ll take care of them. Both of them. I promise. They stood there in comfortable silence until June asked, “Would she have liked me?” She would have loved you.
She always told me I needed someone who challenged me, pushed me to be more than I thought I could be. She just said, “You were perfect. I’m far from perfect. Perfect for us.” That evening, June stayed for dinner. She helped with dishes. She read Daisy a bedtime story about elephants. And when the house was quiet, she and Finn sat on the porch watching stars appear in the darkening sky. “I love you,” she said simply.
“Both of you. I know it’s only been 6 months, but when you’ve almost died, you learn not to waste time.” The board will have opinions about you dating an employee. The board can mind their own business. Besides, you’re not just an employee. You’re the man who saved my life. And you’re the woman who gave me a reason to live again.
After Melissa died, I was just going through the motions. Work, Daisy, sleep, repeat. But you you reminded me there’s more, that I can be more. So, what do we do? We keep taking it slow. We be honest with Daisy about what this is. We deal with the complications as they come. He squeezed her hand. And we stop being afraid of happiness.
One year after that terrible night, Nixora Innovations held its annual shareholders meeting. The company’s value had tripled. Employee satisfaction was at an all-time high. And on stage, June announced the Finn Wells Initiative, a $10 million education fund for all employees. Every person in this company has potential, she said.
From the executive suite to the night shift. Talent doesn’t always come with degrees or pedigree. Sometimes it comes with work boots and the courage to do what’s right. That evening in Finn’s modest house, they celebrated with homemade pizza. Daisy had been accepted into the gifted program at school. June had successfully fought off another takeover attempt, and their little family, unconventional as it was, had found its rhythm.
“I have something for you,” June said after Daisy went to brush her teeth. She handed Finn a small box. “Inside was a key.” “The beach house in Canon Beach,” June explained. I know we’ve been careful, taking things slow, but Finn, it’s been a year. A year of dinners and movies and bedtime stories. A year of falling in love with both of you.
Her voice trembled. I want more than stolen moments and careful boundaries. I want a life with you. A real life if you’re ready. Finn looked at the key, then at this remarkable woman who’d entered his life in the most unexpected way. Daisy’s going to want her own room. June’s smile was radiant, already decorated, ocean theme with elephant paintings on the walls. You’re incredible.
I’m yours if you’ll have me. Forever, Finn said, pulling her close. We’ll have you forever. From the bathroom, Daisy called out, “Is Miss June staying for breakfast?” They looked at each other and laughed. “Yes,” they called back in unison. Good, because I want to show her my science project about whale families. Later, as June prepared to leave, she paused at the door.
Thank you for what? For running up those stairs. For refusing to walk away, for showing me that strength isn’t about facing everything alone. She touched his face gently. For teaching me that surviving isn’t the same as living. Thank you for listening to a janitor yelling about elevators. Best decision I ever made. As her car pulled away, Finn stood on his porch, thinking about how one moment of courage had changed everything.
He’d saved a life that night. But more than that, he’d found a future he never imagined possible. Dad. Daisy appeared beside him in her pajamas. Can Miss June be my mom now? He lifted his daughter into his arms, his heart full. Let’s ask her tomorrow, sweetheart. And tomorrow, he knew, would be the beginning of their happily ever after.
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