Chapter 2 - Harrison Refuses To Hand It Over
Harrison did not move.
“Give me the folder.”
His knuckles whitened around it.
Caleb came down one step.
“Julian, this is ridiculous. Rosa probably misunderstood the payment schedule.”
Rosa stared at him.
“I have worked here six years.”
Her daughter, Mia, pressed against her skirt.
I looked at Harrison again.
“The folder.”
He finally crossed the marble floor and placed it in my hands.
The payroll ledger showed Rosa paid in full.
Every month.
So did the bank summary clipped behind it.
Three transfers.
Three dates.
Three amounts.
Rosa shook her head.
“I received none of them.”
I asked for her banking details.
The last four digits in the ledger were wrong.
Mia tugged my sleeve.
“Mr. Blackwell said Mommy would stop asking when the bank took our apartment.”
The room went silent.
Caleb’s expression changed.
Not guilt.
Calculation.
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I knew that look.
He had worn it since we were boys whenever he was deciding which version of a story would survive.
