Chapter 6 - A Confrontation At The Scottsdale Condo
At 8:00 a.m. the following morning, the Arizona desert sun beat down mercilessly over a luxury gated complex in Old Town Scottsdale.
Nora stepped out of her black Range Rover, wearing dark sunglasses and a sharp white business suit that felt like armor.
Flanking her were two armed private security guards hired by Daniel Moore’s firm to ensure her physical safety.
She walked up the stone path to Unit 402—the penthouse condo paid for entirely with Preston Supply corporate funds.
Nora raised her hand and knocked three loud, deliberate times on the frosted glass door.
A woman with long chestnut hair and wearing an expensive silk robe answered the door, holding a mug of steaming coffee.
She was young, gorgeous, and had a soft, delicate look that Nora had never possessed.
“Can I help you?” Heather Perkinson asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.
Nora stepped past her without asking permission, taking in the marble kitchen, the high ceilings, and the toys scattered across the rug.
“Nice condo, Heather,” Nora said smoothly, turning around to face her husband’s mistress.
“My company’s heavy machinery division paid for that Italian sofa you’re sitting on.”
Heather’s face lost all its color as the mug in her hand shook violently, hot coffee sloshing over the ceramic rim.
“You’re… you’re Nora,” Heather whispered, taking a defensive step back toward the hallway.
A small four-year-old boy with Edgar’s dark wavy hair and blue eyes ran out from the bedroom, holding a plastic fire truck.
“Mommy, who’s the lady?” the boy asked innocently.
Nora looked at the child, feeling a sudden, crushing wave of grief for the life she had been denied.
She forced herself to stay cold, turning her eyes back to Heather.
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“Edgar was arrested last night,” Nora announced flatly.
“And your condo is being seized by federal marshals at noon.”
