Chapter 3: The Anatomy of a Murder
The lobby had become a courtroom. Executives who had been loyal to Victoria only moments ago were now backing away, creating a wide circle of isolation around her.
Ethan walked over to the scattered papers. He picked up one folder—a lab report with a government seal. He held it up for the room to see.
"Victoria thought this was a ledger," Ethan said, his voice cold as liquid nitrogen. "She thought she was destroying evidence of embezzlement. She was so blinded by her own greed that she didn't realize I’d been baiting her for months."
He walked toward Victoria, who stood frozen on the steps. "These aren't financial records. These are toxicology reports. Detailed, chronological logs of the heavy metal poisoning that destroyed my father’s nervous system. And attached to them? The purchase orders for those exact toxins, signed by your private assistant."
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The air left the room. Victoria’s face drained of all color, her hands shaking so violently she dropped the empty briefcase. It clattered down the stairs, landing at Ethan’s feet.
"You didn't just try to kill my wife today, Victoria," Ethan said, stepping closer, his presence towering over her. "You tried to finish the job you started six months ago."
