Chapter 4 - Unspoken TruthsWe arrived at the corporate tower on 5th Avenue just past 9:30 PM. Rain was falling in heavy sheets, blurring the neon signs above.
Using a spare key card Clara had kept from her time working as a design consultant for the firm, we slipped past the night security guard and rode the elevator to the 14th floor. The hallway was dark, silent, and lined with polished marble.
Clara’s hands were shaking as she unlocked the door to Daniel’s private office.
“It’s behind the painting,” she whispered, guiding me toward a heavy oak desk.
We moved quickly. Clara swung the framed canvas aside, revealing a heavy steel safe. With precise movements, her fingers turned the dial: 24 - 08 - 12. The heavy door clicked open.
Inside were stacks of folders. Clara began frantically sorting through them while I kept watch near the frosted glass door, listening for the sound of the elevator.
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“I found it!” she breathed softly, holding up a manila folder filled with signed contracts and bank receipts proving Daniel had forged her signature. “This clears me completely.”
Suddenly, the lock on the outer office door turned.
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