Chapter 4 - Julian Steps Out From Behind The Secret Mirror
Abigail wiped her eyes with the back of her sleeve, grabbed her micro-fiber dusting cloth, and began carefully polishing the mahogany dresser surrounding the untouched stacks of cash. She worked around the money with precise, mechanical care, ensuring not a single bill was shifted out of place or smudged.
The heavy mirrored panel beside the walk-in closet suddenly clicked and slid open with a smooth, hydraulic hiss. Julian Cross stepped out into the bedroom, clad in a bespoke charcoal suit, his imposing six-foot-two frame casting a long shadow across the hardwood floor.
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Abigail gasped, jumping back in alarm and nearly knocking over her cleaning cart as her heart hammered violently against her ribs. "Mr. Cross! I’m so sorry, I didn't know you were home!" she stammered, clutching her feather duster tightly to her chest.
Julian didn't answer right away; his piercing gaze moved slowly from the untouched three hundred thousand dollars on the dresser to her wide, terrified eyes.
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