A night-shift janitor stumbles into the one secret his company’s ruthless president has spent six months hiding from the world — that the woman who supposedly walked away untouched from a highway crash can barely stand without a steel cage strapped to her spine. What started as a threat to fire him ended as an offer he couldn’t refuse: become her shadow, her security, her one person outside a family circle that wanted her dead.
The Fiftieth Floor
My name is Blake Callahan. At thirty-five, my history amounted to an honorable discharge from the Army, a bad knee, and a night-shift janitorial badge for the Stanley Corporation. I drifted through a glass tower in downtown Oakridge, emptying trash bins and wiping coffee stains, invisible to the people whose ambitions filled that building.
Outside of it, my life revolved around one small, fragile center — my seven-year-old daughter, Abigail. The brutal Oakridge winter