Chapter 13 - The Unmarked Courier
Two months later, in December 2026, Khloe sat in her executive office on the fiftieth floor overlooking Central Park.
Alexander was sleeping peacefully in a custom wooden crib in the adjacent private nursery room.
Her assistant walked into the office, carrying a heavy brass box that had been delivered by a private European courier.
“Mrs. Vance, this arrived from Zurich ten minutes ago,” the assistant reported. “It requires your personal biometric key to open.”
Khloe unlocked the box using her thumbprint, swinging the heavy lid back to reveal three dark leather journals and an old silver key.
She picked up the top journal, opening it to a page dated November 14, 1996—the exact date of her father’s fatal plane crash.
My eyes scanned down the faded blue ink lines, reading the handwriting of her late father, Edward Vance.
“If Khloe ever reads these words, she must understand that Senator Rossi was only a minor shareholder in the syndicate.”
“The true owner of the offshore accounts, and the man who authorized the sabotage of my aircraft, sits on the Supreme Court.”
“Inside Vault 902 at the Bank of England in London lies the master ledger containing the names of the seven judges who control—”
The rest of the sentence was obscured by a dark, reddish-brown stain across the bottom of the old page.
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Khloe gasped, her heart hammering against her ribs as she stared at the silver key resting in the brass box.
The fight she thought she had finished in New York was merely the opening salvo of a far larger, more dangerous battle.
