Chapter 21 - A Mysterious Black Box Arrives At My Doorstep
Late one quiet Friday evening, while the crickets chirped softly across the manicured lawns of my estate, the front doorbell chimed through the quiet house. I walked down the grand hallway, opened the heavy oak door, and found a small, unmarked black box resting on the stone porch.
There was no return address or postal stamp, only an embossed metallic seal from an international Swiss bank archive. I brought the package inside, placed it on the kitchen island, and used a silver letter opener to break the heavy wax seal.
Inside lay an old encrypted flash drive and a handwritten note in ink that made my blood run cold instantly:
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“Claire, Mason was only hiding the surface... the true founder of Bennett Logistics is coming to claim the estate next week.”
I slowly raised my eyes toward the dark front windows as a pair of black luxury sedans rolled silently up my gravel driveway...
