Chapter 4: The Rat in the Walls
Vanessa sat in the back of a black Town Car, watching the chaos unfold on her phone. Her luxury life—the bags, the trips, the security—was vanishing in real-time. She realized that Victor was a sinking ship, and she had no intention of going down with him.
She directed the driver to a private office building—Evelyn’s headquarters. She had been Vanessa’s friend once, before she chose the money, but she hoped she could trade information for survival.
She was ushered into a room. Evelyn was sitting behind a desk, drinking herbal tea. She didn't look like a nightclub owner anymore; she looked like an empress.
"Evelyn," Vanessa began, her voice sycophantic. "I know everything about Victor. I know where he hid the offshore accounts. I can give it all to you. Just let me keep my reputation. Let me keep my access."
Evelyn looked at her, her eyes devoid of judgment, which was far worse than hatred. "Vanessa, you traded your loyalty for a man who poured champagne on me while you laughed. Why would I think you’d be any more loyal to me?"
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"I have the codes!" Vanessa pleaded.
"I already have the codes," Evelyn said, gesturing to a laptop where files were already being transferred. "You aren't a witness, Vanessa. You’re an accomplice. Security is waiting outside to escort you to the authorities."
