Chapter 7 - The Gala Heist
I realized Maya had jammed my signal to protect her husband from the impending fallout.
I was completely on my own as I arrived at the glittering Mercer estate in a borrowed evening gown.
Hundreds of wealthy guests filled the grand ballroom, completely oblivious to the horrors happening behind closed doors.
I grabbed a champagne flute and mingled my way toward the grand staircase.
I successfully slipped past the distracted security guards and hurried up to Richard's private office.
My forensic training made cracking his vintage mechanical safe incredibly easy.
I pulled out the original power of attorney document and a heavily heavily modified life insurance policy on Emily.
The policy named Daniel as the sole beneficiary in the event of Emily's accidental death.
I quickly took high-resolution photos of every single page with my offline device.
I folded the original documents into my hidden dress pocket and turned to leave the office.
The heavy oak door suddenly slammed shut with a loud, mechanical click.
The electronic lock blinked red, trapping me completely inside the soundproof room.
The intercom on Richard's massive mahogany desk crackled to life.
Victoria's smooth, aristocratic voice echoed menacingly through the small speaker.
She calmly stated that they had known about my little investigation since the very first day we met.
She explained that Daniel only dated me because they needed a credible financial expert to officially sign off on their fake ledgers.
I frantically searched the dark room for any heavy object to break the thick reinforced window.
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Victoria laughed softly over the speaker and told me to take a deep breath.
She said the ventilation system in the office was now pumping in the exact same sedative they used on Emily.
