INT. LEE'S OFFICE – NIGHT – HEAVY RAIN OUTSIDE
The storm outside mirrored the chaos inside Lee's head. His desk was cluttered with files, blueprints of the mansion, footage snapshots, and a tablet playing back Snowflake's daily routine footage on a loop.
LEE, pacing with clenched jaw, eyes sharp as knives, played the scene over and over — the sniper shot, the timing, the power cut, the security breach, and the blind spots.
LEE (muttering to himself):
"This wasn't luck… This was precision."
He stopped by the whiteboard filled with red markers — time stamps, entry logs, and names of every in-house staff, including guards, drivers, kitchen helpers, and even the two boys Kristy and Jayce.
He circled a section:
"Security off for 3 minutes – corridor 4 blind"
"Emergency gate lock override – inside access only"
He stared at it. Cold realisation washed over his face.
LEE (whispering):
"Someone knew our protocols… too well."
He pressed the intercom button and barked:
LEE:
"Kristy. Get me the list of all staff hired in the last six months. Cross-check their backgrounds again. And get Jaciee. Now."
He slammed his hand on the table.
LEE (to himself):
"There's a mole inside. One of us handed Snowflake to that bastard… and I'll tear the truth out with my bare hands."
The camera pans to a shadow outside his door.
Someone… is listening.
FADE OUT.
INT. ADAM'S MANSION – HALLWAY – LATE NIGHT
Adam's boots echoed through the cold marble as he strode toward Lee's office — rage simmering under the surface like an active volcano. His eyes had dark circles, and his once-sharp suit was wrinkled. The weight of Snowflake's silence was devouring him.
As he reached the office door, his phone buzzed.
NURSE (urgent tone):
"Mr. Adam… Snowflake—her fingers twitched… her pulse spiked… she's… responding."
His world froze.
ADAM:
"Say that again…"
NURSE:
"She's not awake yet, but something's changed. Her vitals—improving."
Adam didn't wait for a second more. He turned away from Lee's door and sprinted down the hall.
INT. MEDICAL WING – SNOWFLAKE'S ROOM – MOMENTS LATER
Snowflake lay in a sea of white sheets, pale and bruised. Her wrist was wrapped, the IV dripping steadily. The heart monitor beeped steadily… a little stronger now.
Adam entered, breathless.
The nurse pointed to her hand.
"Look…"
Her fingers. They twitched again — the gentlest tremble, but enough to break him. He fell to his knees beside her, gripping her hand so carefully, like she was made of glass.
ADAM (voice cracking):
"You hold on, Snowflake… I swear… I'll burn the world down for you."
His thumb brushed her knuckles.
Behind the glass, Dave appeared.
Lee stood beside him.
LEE (quietly to Dave):
"Let him stay… he needs her more than the throne."
DAVE (nodding):
"And she's not leaving him. Not this time."
FADE TO BLACK.
Adam's voice dropped to a trembling whisper, eyes locked on her motionless face—
"You don't get to leave me, Snowflake... Not when I've only just begun to breathe you in. You hear me?"
He pressed his forehead gently to the back of her hand, eyes glistening.
"If you even think of slipping away again, I'll drag heaven and hell down by their roots just to bring you back. I'll rewrite fate, tear time apart, drown this whole goddamn world in fire—"
He kissed her knuckles, barely breathing,
"—just for one more second of you. So hold on. Live. For me. Because losing you? That's the only war I'll never survive."
And in that fragile silence…
her finger curled faintly around his.
Lee's jaw clenched as he stared at the phone in his hand. The screen still had that vile message on it. His eyes flickered over the words "You'll see your grave soon, baby" — and then over to Jaciee's face, pale and shaking.
They sat across from each other in the quiet warmth of the side café inside the mansion. The only sound was the clink of their untouched coffee cups.
Lee leaned forward, voice low but firm.
"Why didn't you tell Adam the moment you saw this?"
Jaciee's voice trembled.
"I… I didn't know what to do. She begged me not to say anything. She thought maybe it was a prank… and then, that night—"
Her eyes welled up, guilt flooding her expression.
"I didn't think it would go this far…"
Lee exhaled sharply, hand running through his hair.
"You felt it too, didn't you? That someone's feeding them from inside…"
Jaciee nodded.
"I've been watching. There are calls. Disappearing messages. But only when Kristy's near her… I didn't want to believe it but—"
Lee's eyes darkened like a gathering storm.
He tapped Dave's number and said coldly,
"We have a mole. Lock the doors. No one leaves the mansion till we rip this betrayal out by its throat."
He looked at Jaciee once more, softer this time.
"Thank you… for not hiding it now. We'll protect her. Even if it means going to war inside our own home."
Lee's mind was a storm of calculation and fury.
"I want every single file on Dave's movements in the last six months. His calls. His late-night outings. Everything."
His voice was razor-sharp as he addressed his most loyal tech operative.
"But sir," the guard hesitated, "Dave is Adam's—"
"I don't care if he was raised in Adam's goddamn shadow," Lee snapped. "If there's even one thread connecting him to that shot fired at Snowflake… I'll pull it till he hangs by it."
Meanwhile…
Adam, standing in Snowflake's dim room, ran his fingers gently through her hair. She hadn't moved. Machines beeped steadily, but every blink of hers felt like a prayer unanswered.
"Dave," Adam said without turning, his voice weary but full of trust, "stay here. Watch over her. Don't let anything happen to her again… please."
Dave stood behind him, silent. A flicker of something unreadable passed through his eyes.
He stepped forward, placed a hand over his heart and said,
"With my life, Adam."