I was working as a waitress at a private dinner hosted by a billionaire, where a hundred-million-dollar contract was supposed to be signed, when I noticed something that made my blood run cold

😨😵 And suddenly, I saw something that made my blood run cold.

Every step, every gesture, every minute could change everything.

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Every moment was worth its weight in gold. I stood frozen, my heart pounding, while images from my past flashed before my eyes — stamps, documents, endless inspections at the printing house. I knew for certain: the stamp was fake, the signatures were forged.

I whispered, “It’s fake.” Roth froze. The men across from him tried to hide their irritation, but tension hung thick in the air. Roth picked up the contract again, this time with an attention I had never seen in his eyes.

Minutes later, the door closed quietly. Lawyers, document experts, and security personnel entered discreetly, examining every detail.

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