Chapter 3: The Phone Call
The room felt small, suffocating. Silas guided Elara to the leather armchair, ensuring she was positioned exactly where the police would see her first—the perfect, fragile victim. He then walked to his desk, picked up his smartphone, and tapped the screen.
He wasn't calling a lawyer. He was calling the head of the firm's private security.
"The asset is secure," Silas said, his voice devoid of all the warmth he had displayed only moments ago. "The containment protocol is active. My son is currently in a state of self-incrimination. Have the papers ready for the board meeting at dawn. Ensure the media has the 'exclusive' on his breakdown."
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He hung up, the silence that followed heavier than the shattered vase. He turned back to the room, the mask of the doting patriarch sliding back into place instantly.
"Everything will be fine now," he said to the room at large.
