Chapter 3: The Black Folder
The silence in the mansion was absolute. Elias walked to the coffee table, his movements fluid and purposeful. He opened his leather briefcase—a nondescript, unassuming object that held the weight of a thousand secrets—and pulled out a sealed, black document folder.
He placed it on the table. The thud it made was heavy.
Sarah took a step backward, her perfectly manicured fingernails digging into her palms. "Elias, honey, the boy was being difficult. I was just trying to… reorganize the house."
Elias ignored her. He didn't even look at her. He simply sat down and tapped his phone. At that exact moment, Sarah’s phone vibrated in her pocket. Then, Elias’s phone buzzed. The sound was shrill, persistent, and impossible to ignore.
"You like games, Sarah," Elias said, his voice flat. "You like erasing memories. You like rewriting history."
He nodded toward the folder. "Inside that folder is the forensic audit of your personal accounts. The ones you thought were untraceable. The ones connected to the offshore shell company you used to siphon funds from the family trust."
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Sarah’s face went white. "You—you can't prove that."
"I don't need to prove it," Elias replied, glancing at his phone again. "The authorities have already locked your accounts. The frozen notifications you’re seeing on your phone right now? That’s not a glitch. That’s the end of your lifestyle."
