As they were five floors up, it would look as though Emma's rescuer had used a helicopter to save her. It would be sure to confuse and terrify whoever thought it would be a good idea to kidnap his human.

The contingency plan that Emma's father had put in place fit with Emma's plans perfectly. At first she had been frustrated when a lawyer turned up at her house – she had never told him where she lived, but was it any surprise that the mob boss had needed to find out every detail of her life? When he had presented her with details to accounts with more money than she knew he had, she was less upset at his intrusion. What use were lawyers, if they couldn't find a way to sidestep pesky inheritance and estate laws? He had joked with her, sipping coffee from a tea cup because Emma had never seen any point in owning mugs when she didn't drink the foul concoction herself.

While the matter of distributing his legal estate was going on, Emma had bought a failing factory to use as her base of operations for the Kraken. She'd reached out to a few old friends from work and convinced them that she was now working for him, using those she knew for a fact were loyal to get the word out that they should join her. The loyalties of those in her father's business were shaky, she'd always known that, so she chose those she contacted carefully, and those she appeared to even more so.