Evelyn tapped one page.
“We need the original ledgers. The paper trail. And Brent keeps it in his office downtown.”
Adrian stared at the page, then glanced at Hannah in the backseat, asleep with the teddy bear under her chin.
It sounded impossible. But not as impossible as losing her. The Night Adrian Walked Into His Own Building Like A Stranger
He left Hannah with Evelyn for a few hours, and he went alone.
Adrian knew the company building better than anyone. He’d helped design parts of it. He knew where old maintenance tunnels ran.
He knew which doors were never used. He slipped in quietly, moving like a man who didn’t want to exist on camera. Brent’s office was on the executive floor.
The safe was hidden behind a panel. And the code? Adrian guessed it on the first try.
Vanessa’s birthday. Arrogance always leaves fingerprints. Inside the safe sat everything: parallel ledgers, transfer records, signatures, and proof that Brent and Vanessa had been bleeding Adrian’s fortune while building a legal cage around him.
Adrian stuffed it into a bag and turned to leave. That’s when the alarm blared. He ran.
Down stairs, through corridors, into a service tunnel, heart hammering like it wanted out of his chest. He made it to the street where Evelyn waited, engine running. He jumped in, threw the bag into the backseat, and gasped, “Drive.”
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