Chapter 4 - Victoria's False Grief
Up on the rooftop terrace, Victoria Calloway smoothed down the sharp lapels of her navy blue skirt suit with chilling composure.
She walked over to the patio table where a crystal decanter of scotch sat sparkling under the California evening lights.
“It is unfortunate the wind was so violent tonight,” Victoria remarked coldly, pouring herself a amber glass.
Daniel stared down over the stone ledge where the cable still swung gently in the breeze, his face carved from stone.
“She brought this on herself with her stubborn refusal to sign the corporate asset transfer papers,” Daniel muttered flatly.
“Call estate security and prepare the official statement for the Los Angeles Police Department,” Victoria instructed smoothly.
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Within twenty minutes, emergency sirens began wailing up the winding driveway of the sprawling Beverly Hills estate.
The masterclass of deceit was fully underway, designed to frame the tragedy as an accidental fall during a late-night stroll.
