Chapter 8 - A Surprise Visitor At My Penthouse Office
The following morning, I sat behind the mahogany desk in my Manhattan corporate office overlooking Central Park.
A soft knock interrupted my review of the quarterly trust distribution reports before the door swung open.
It was Julian’s younger brother, Marcus, holding a plain manila envelope and looking visibly exhausted.
“Marcus? What are you doing here? Did Julian send you to beg?” I asked, keeping my tone guarded and cool.
“No, Vivienne; I came here because I want nothing to do with Julian and my mother’s scheme,” Marcus confessed quietly.
He placed the envelope onto my desk, sliding it across the polished wood toward my hands.
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“What is inside this envelope?” I asked, glancing up into his nervous, downcast eyes.
“Proof of where they hid the secondary offshore accounts they opened using your personal social security number,” Marcus whispered.
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