Chapter 2 - Christopher Dials The Federal Investigator From The Parlor
The glowing chandeliers overhead seemed to cast a sudden, chilling frost across the polished dark hardwood floors of the grand mansion parlor.
Christopher pressed his phone against his ear, his eyes locked onto his wife with a gaze sharp enough to cut glass.
“Agent Miller, it’s Christopher Vance... I need you at the estate immediately,” Christopher commanded in a voice devoid of emotion.
His wife stepped back, her emerald-green silk robe brushing against the cream-colored wall beneath the framed American flag.
“You’re calling the authorities over a silly misunderstanding? After everything we’ve built together?” she protested, her voice trembling slightly.
Christopher didn't blink, ignoring her frantic plea as he listened to the secure dial tone connect on the other end.
“Miller is five minutes out, and he’s bringing the full forensic audit team with him,” Christopher stated coldly.
The maid stood frozen near the shattered porcelain pieces, her hands clutching her apron as fear gripped her chest.
“You can’t do this to me, Christopher! I am your wife!” she shrieked, the panic finally breaking through her composed facade.
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Christopher lowered the phone slowly, stepping over the spilled coffee puddle as he advanced toward her like an approaching storm.
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