Chapter 4
The color drained entirely from Evelyn’s face, leaving her looking fragile and aged beneath the brilliant chandelier illumination. The marble corridor felt suddenly freezing, the opulent luxury of the estate turning into a glittering cage of prosecution.
"A general's daughter... working as a domestic maid in this house?" Evelyn whispered, her voice barely audible over the ambient hum. "To investigate corporate embezzlement and internal abuse within your multi-million dollar conglomerate," Julian explained with supreme indifference.
Elena walked over to the shattered mirror, picking up a small glass shard with steady, ungloved fingers before dropping it into her apron pocket. "The audit of your offshore accounts was completed this morning, Evelyn," Elena stated calmly.
Evelyn staggered backward, her high heels clicking frantically against the marble floor as her defenses collapsed into absolute ruin. "You planned this... this entire setup from the very beginning," Evelyn accused, her voice trembling with hysteria.
"We merely provided the opportunity for your true character to reveal itself on high-definition camera," Julian corrected her coldly. Outside the estate gates, the low rumble of approaching federal marshal vehicles began to vibrate through the reinforced glass windows.
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The framed US flag on the hallway wall seemed to stand at strict attention as the symbols of true law enforcement arrived. Elena smoothed down her crisp white apron, her pregnancy hidden beneath the olive green uniform but her authority absolute.
"Open the front double doors, Julian; our guests from the Department of Justice have arrived," Elena commanded quietly. Julian nodded respectfully, turning away from the devastated socialite to welcome the agents of inevitable justice.
