Chapter 12 - Returning To Nathan Coleman With Terrifying New Evidence
I marched straight down the grand staircase toward Nathan Coleman’s southeast corner office. Gerald Russo stepped out from the hallway intersection, blocking my path with a cold, professional glare.
Mr. Coleman is in a private conference call and cannot be disturbed, Miss Mitchell, Gerald stated firmly. Step aside, Gerald, I said, my voice carrying a terrifying authority that made him hesitate.
I have lab results proving someone inside this mansion is systematically poisoning your sons. Gerald’s face remained impassive, but a flicker of genuine panic crossed his veteran eyes.
You don't know what you're talking about, Gerald muttered, reaching out to grab my arm. I sidestepped his reach, slamming my palm against Nathan’s heavy oak office door.
The door swung open wide, revealing Nathan standing by his desk with a phone pressed to his ear. He looked up, his exhausted gray eyes flashing with annoyance at the sudden interruption.
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Get out, Miss Mitchell, Nathan commanded coldly into the room. I walked straight past Gerald and tossed Dr. Vance’s certified lab report directly onto Nathan’s desk.
Read page four, Mr. Coleman, where it details the neurotoxin flowing through your children's air vents. Nathan dropped his phone onto the desk, his expression freezing into a mask of pure, unadulterated danger.
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