Chapter 2 - Picking Up The Fallen Envelope From The Marble Floor
The heavy silence inside the grand foyer felt suffocating, pressing down against Brad’s chest like a physical weight. His trembling fingers hovered just inches above the scattered luxury shopping bags resting on the polished hardwood floor.
Tiffany stood frozen beside him, her manicured hands clamped tightly over her mouth in sheer, unadulterated panic.
"Brad... what is that envelope?" Tiffany whispered, her voice cracking as she stared at the thick manila packet.
Brad ignored her, his eyes locked onto the oversized white envelope protruding from one of the tipped-over designer bags. He dropped heavily to his knees, his designer trousers brushing against the cold marble tiles.
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Slowly, deliberately, he reached out and clutched the paper package as if it were a ticking explosive device.
The red wax seal bearing his father-in-law's corporate crest had already been broken, spilling its devastating contents into view.
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