I pressed myself against the cold window.
The curtains were thick enough to hide me, but not thick enough to block their voices.
Elise poured wine.
Julian shut the door.
“The valuation is perfect,” she said.
I heard the clink of crystal.
“It isn't perfect until the board votes.”
Julian sounded nervous.
That surprised me.
Until then, I had always believed he was incapable of fear.
Now I understood.
He was afraid of losing what he had stolen.
“Friday,” Elise said. “Once the merger is announced, there is nothing Henderson can do.”
“Henderson keeps asking questions.”
“He can be bought.”
“You said that last time.”
“And it worked.”
A pause.
Then Julian said, “I nearly lost everything when Clara woke up.”
My hand tightened around the ledger.
Elise laughed softly.
“She signed.”
“She could have asked for a lawyer.”
“But she didn't.”
I closed my eyes.
They were discussing my signature as though it were a joke.
“She'll be sent somewhere quiet,” Elise said. “By the time she gets out, Maison Dubois will belong to OmniCorp.”
“Not quite.”
“What?”
“The Centenary formula.”
I heard a chair move.
“They want the original.”
“They want a demonstration.”
“I know.”
“The real formula uses Bulgarian rose absolute. We can't produce that at scale.”
“Then don't.”
Elise sounded almost amused.
“I already replaced it.”
“With what?”
“A synthetic aldehyde blend.”
I felt sick.
“That won't smell like the original.”
“Most people won't know.”
“Clara will.”
“She won't be there.”
The words struck harder than the fire had.
“She can't smell anymore,” Elise continued. “Even if she were somehow allowed near the laboratory.”
I slowly opened my eyes.
They thought the explosion had taken my sense of smell.
They were wrong.
I could smell everything.
Every trace.
Every lie.
Julian laughed quietly.
“And the press?”
“They'll smell what we tell them to smell.”
They raised their glasses.
“To five hundred million.”
“To finally being rid of her.”
The glasses touched.
I stayed behind the curtain.
My hand rested against the ledger beneath my coat.
They had given me everything I needed.
When the lights went out and the door closed, I waited.
Only after their footsteps faded did I step from hiding.
My legs nearly gave out.
I caught myself against the desk.
The room was silent.
I looked at the OmniCorp rendering.
Then at the ledger.
Then at the door.
The trap had changed.
This was no longer about getting my company back quietly.
They intended to announce my destruction in front of the people whose approval mattered most.
So I would return in front of them.
I called Marcel.
“They are launching the fake perfume at the gala.”
“Then we have enough evidence.”
“I need more.”
“What?”
“A sample of Elise's formula.”
“Why?”
“And the original L'Héritage.”
There was silence.
“Clara.”
“I want both.”
“Why?”
“Because I don't want them to be exposed after the damage is done.”
I looked at my father's study.
“I want everyone to smell the difference.”
Marcel exhaled.
“You're planning something dangerous.”
“Yes.”
“The primary laboratory is protected.”
“I still have access.”
“Your biometric clearance?”
“Julian hasn't removed it.”
“That means the alarm will notify him.”
“How long?”
“Three minutes.”
I smiled faintly.
“Three minutes is plenty.”
I left the study.
The corridor was dark.
The laboratory entrance waited below.
My hand shook as I approached it.
Not from fear.
From exhaustion.
I placed my face before the scanner.
A red light crossed my eye.
Then green.
“Access granted.”
The door opened.
The laboratory appeared exactly as it had before the explosion.
Stainless steel.
Copper.
Glass.
Amber bottles lined in precise rows.
The smell of essential oils filled the air.
Rose.
Bergamot.
Iris.
Cedar.
My father's work.
My work.
I moved directly to Elise's station.
Her workspace was chaotic.
Labels were crooked.
Tools had been left out.
She had never understood that precision was part of the art.
I searched the drawers.
Then I found an unlabeled flask.
Pale golden liquid.
I uncorked it.
The smell hit immediately.
Artificial rose.
Cheap aldehydes.
Synthetic linalool.
A harsh chemical sweetness.
It reminded me of aerosol spray used to cover a spoiled room.
I poured a sample into a small vial.
Then I went to the climate-controlled vault.
My father had protected one bottle from every major formulation.
The true L'Héritage.
Three years of my life lived inside that glass.
I entered the code.
The vault opened.
The crystal bottle rested on a velvet pedestal.
I picked it up.
The alarm sounded.
Red lights flashed.
Three minutes had become zero.
Footsteps thundered outside.
A man's voice shouted.
“Stop!”
I turned.
A security guard entered with a taser raised.
I backed away.
He advanced.
I had no weapon.
Then I saw the distillation coil.
And the small beaker beside it.
Pure capsaicin extract.
I grabbed it.
The guard took another step.
I smashed the beaker against the heated steel.
The liquid vaporized instantly.
He stumbled into the cloud.
His weapon dropped.
He clutched his face and screamed.
I pulled my sleeve over my nose and ran.
The alarm continued screaming.
Boots pounded behind me.
I reached the emergency exit.
Cold rain hit my face.
I ran into the lavender fields.
My shoulder screamed.
My lungs burned.
But I did not stop.
Marcel's car waited beyond the service road.
I opened the door and fell into the back seat.
“Drive.”
Marcel looked at me.
“What happened?”
I held up the two vials.
Then the crystal bottle.
“They think they are selling L'Héritage.”
Marcel looked at the genuine bottle.
“And they're not.”
“No.”
I looked toward the estate.
“They are selling a lie.”
The car accelerated into the darkness.
For the first time since the explosion, I allowed myself a small smile.
The ledger was safe.
The evidence was safe.
And now I had something more powerful than either.
Proof that could not be argued with.
A scent could not be bullied into changing its identity.
Neither could I.
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