Chapter 3 - The Inside Job
Evelyn muted the phone line instantly, her professional demeanor shifting into high alert.
She whispered that an emergency psychiatric hold could temporarily validate Julian's control over the company.
I unmuted the phone and told Julian that his absurd plan would never actually work.
Julian smugly replied that he already had three paid witnesses ready to testify about my supposed mental instability.
He hung up the phone, leaving me staring at the dark screen in absolute shock.
Evelyn immediately began typing furiously on her laptop to block the medical petition in court.
I knew that fighting the legal battle was only half of the massive problem.
We still had to stop the fifty million dollars from vanishing into an untraceable offshore account.
I told Evelyn that I needed to hire the best private investigator in the city immediately.
She made a quick phone call, and within twenty minutes, a former intelligence officer named Marcus arrived at the office.
I explained the entire situation to Marcus, sliding the fraudulent banking documents across the table.
Marcus closely examined the signature of the bank manager who had hastily approved Julian's massive wire transfer.
The manager's name was listed as Elena Rostova.
Marcus recognized the name instantly and opened a secure database on his encrypted tablet.
He pulled up Elena's financial history and employment records within seconds.
He revealed that Elena had quietly purchased a two million dollar penthouse just three days ago.
I realized that Julian had clearly bribed the bank manager to push the fraudulent paperwork through the system.
Marcus dug deeper into Elena's private communications, utilizing specialized software to bypass standard security.
The room fell completely silent as a series of intercepted text messages loaded onto the projection screen.
The messages between Julian and Elena were not just professional instructions regarding the stolen money.
They were deeply romantic, highly explicit, and completely undeniable.
Julian had not just married me for my money.
He had orchestrated the entire wedding while carrying on a secret relationship with the bank manager handling my accounts.
I felt a sickening wave of betrayal wash over my entire body.
But the final text message displayed on the screen was the most terrifying detail of all.
Elena had messaged Julian to confirm that the offshore account was ready for the funds.
Julian had replied with a simple, chilling confirmation.
He told his mistress that everything was proceeding perfectly, and the poison would be untraceable.
May you like
Marcus slowly zoomed in on a security camera image taken at the bank this morning.
Elena was clearly holding a small glass vial, and Julian was slipping it discreetly into his suit pocket.
