Chapter 4
Inside the living room, the dome security camera continued its rhythmic, blinking red pulse, recording every twitch of Claire's nervous movements.
Marcus re-entered the house, his charcoal grey suit jacket swaying slightly as he approached the terrified rival woman.
"Marcus, please... we've worked together for years, you know I would never intentionally harm a child," Claire pleaded, grabbing his arm.
Marcus stared down at her hand until she slowly retracted her fingers, intimidated by the frozen fury in his dark eyes.
"You worked for my corporate division, Claire, and your sole job was to manage public relations, not infiltrate my personal life," Marcus stated.
"The board sent me here to ensure the merger went through smoothly," Claire blurted out in panic, accidentally exposing more than she intended.
A grim, humorless smile touched the corners of Marcus's mouth as he connected the pieces of her corporate espionage conspiracy.
"So the hostile takeover attempt wasn't just financial... it was a targeted assassination of my family line," Marcus deduced with icy clarity.
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Claire covered her face with her hands, realizing she had just confessed to a federal felony in front of an active audio recorder.
Heavy footsteps echoed across the marble foyer as three federal marshals in tactical gear marched through the front entrance.
