Chapter 3: The Mistress’s True Face
"I have plenty to say," Sarah said, her voice steady and clear. She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a sleek, black smartphone. She tapped the screen once.
Suddenly, Chloe—the mistress—dropped her demure act. She stepped away from Daniel, pulling a digital recorder from her clutch. She didn't look like a terrified girl anymore; she looked like a corporate assassin.
"I have exactly four months of recorded conversations, Daniel," Chloe said, her voice cold and professional. "The offshore accounts, the insider trading, the deliberate sabotage of the Blackwood merger, and your plot to funnel company assets into your private equity firm."
Daniel’s jaw dropped. "Chloe? What are you doing? You’re—you’re with me!"
"I’m an independent contractor, Daniel," Chloe replied, tucking the recorder away. "Sarah hired me months ago to bait the trap. You were so desperate for a younger, 'more exciting' woman that you didn't check my credentials. You didn't realize that I’ve been documenting every single felony you’ve committed since we met."
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Daniel looked at his mother, begging for support, but Eleanor was walking toward him, holding a thick, red-sealed document.
"You thought I was here to scold you, Daniel?" Eleanor asked. "No. I’m here to finalize the divestment."
