Chapter 7 - Confidential Financial Records Disappear From The Safe
The secure home office inside Audrey’s penthouse remained dark and silent under the pale moonlight. A shadowy figure moved stealthily across the Persian rug, holding a small flashlight between their teeth.
Julian crouched before the wall safe hidden behind an expensive modern art painting. He pulled a folded piece of paper from his jacket pocket containing the numerical combination Audrey had carelessly left on her desk.
With shaking hands, Julian dialed the combination, holding his breath as the heavy steel mechanism clicked open. Inside sat several thick paper folders labeled Bellamy Real Estate Trust & Holdings.
Julian pulled the top folder out eagerly, flipping through property deeds and offshore bank account numbers. His eyes widened as he realized the land under the Bellamy name was worth tens of millions of dollars.
"Looking for your future inheritance, Julian?" a cold, sharp voice echoed from the doorway. Julian spun around in sheer panic, dropping the folder onto the floor as Audrey stepped into the light.
Audrey stood leaning against the doorframe, wearing a silk robe and holding a cup of hot tea with absolute composure. Julian scrambled backward, his face draining of all color as he stared up at her.
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"Audrey... I can explain," Julian stammered, holding his hands up defensively. "I was just looking for our wedding guest list." Audrey took a slow sip of her tea, her eyes narrowing into dangerous slits.
"There is no guest list left, Julian," Audrey stated coldly, walking closer to him. "And there certainly isn't any pregnancy." Julian froze instantly, the blood rushing out of his face as the trap finally snapped shut around him.
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