The high-society elite gathered along the yacht's white railings watched in stunned silence as the maid lay bruised on the deck. Margaret smoothed the velvet folds of her dark gown, her chest heaving with furious breath as she looked down at the vulnerable girl. You don't belong here, and you certainly don't touch what isn't yours! Margaret spat, her voice cold enough to freeze the warm summer breeze. Lily clutched her red cheek, her eyes welling with tears as she looked down at the opened pocket watch resting just inches away from her hand. The watch had been her father's only legacy, a piece of craftsmanship that held the key to the Vance family's long-buried corporate secrets. Margaret took a step forward, raising her high-heeled shoe with every intention of crushing the delicate timepiece beneath her heel. She believed that out here on the open water, far from the mainland, her authority was absolute and untouchable. But just as her shadow fell over the weeping maid, the deep rumble of a powerful twin-turbo engine vibrated through the floorboards of the vessel.