Chapter 10 - The Rebirth
I walked into my massive new corner office, dropping my designer bag onto the polished mahogany desk.
The view of the Chicago skyline was breathtaking, a stark contrast to the sterile walls of the house I had escaped.
I spent the morning finalizing national campaigns, feeling my old confidence surging back with every executive decision.
By noon, the news broke that Diane and Evan had both been denied bail and were awaiting federal trial.
The syndicate they had worked for was completely dismantled, and my assets were permanently secured.
I had won the war, securing my wealth, my freedom, and my professional reputation in one brilliant stroke.
I poured myself a fresh cup of coffee, reveling in the absolute peace of my long-awaited happy ending.
The silence in my office was beautiful, belonging entirely to me and my future.
I sat down in my leather chair and finally opened the unmarked silver envelope the receptionist had given me.
Inside was a single, high-definition photograph of me and Dana celebrating my legal victory at a private restaurant last night.
Written on the back in elegant, cursive handwriting was a terrifyingly simple message.
May you like
Evan was just a puppet, and you really should not have taken our money.
I looked up at the glass wall of my office, realizing the reflection standing behind me was someone I thought was dead.
