Chapter 4: The Guest from the Past
The heavy brass doors of the country club slowly creaked open. Elena looked toward the entrance, expecting her lawyer or perhaps security. Instead, a man in a charcoal suit walked out.
It was Arthur Vance. The man Elena had ruined ten years ago, the man she had testified against to clear her own path to the top. She had been told he was in prison, or perhaps dead. He looked at her, his eyes cold and devoid of mercy.
"Hello, Elena," Arthur said.
May you like
Elena backed away, her heels clicking frantically against the stone. "You... you were supposed to be in Geneva."
"I was," Arthur said, holding up a file. "Until Robert hired me to be the lead investigator for the firm. I’ve been sitting in the clubhouse for two hours, waiting for you to finish your little 'exile' speech. You see, Elena, I’ve been looking for the person who forged my signature a decade ago. I didn't have to look far."
