Chapter 2: The Key Hidden In The Watch
Chapter 2: The Key Hidden In The Watch
The next morning, Henry arrived at my house.
Carrying an old wooden box.
He looked terrified.
Like someone was following him.
Like someone wanted him silent.
"What is it?"
Henry swallowed hard.
"Your father left this for you."
My heart stopped.
"What?"
"He told me if anything happened to him..."
Henry handed me the box.
"...give it only to Olivia."
Inside was my father's watch.
Nothing else.
I frowned.
"That's it?"
Henry nodded.
"Look closer."
I turned the watch over.
A tiny engraving.
Numbers.
Coordinates.
My pulse quickened.
Three hours later, Sophia and I stood inside a private storage facility.
The coordinates led directly to locker 317.
The key from the watch fit perfectly.
Click.
The door opened.
And my entire world changed.
Inside were dozens of hard drives.
Thousands of documents.
And one envelope.
Addressed to me.
I opened it.
My father's handwriting.
Olivia,
If you're reading this, Ethan moved sooner than expected.
Which means I'm probably dead.
The room spun.
I kept reading.
For years, I suspected someone inside the family was stealing from Monroe Capital.
At first, I thought it was an executive.
Then a board member.
I was wrong.
It's Ethan.
My hands started shaking.
Sophia covered her mouth.
No.
No way.
Dad wouldn't write something like that without proof.
Then I reached the final sentence.
And suddenly stealing money became the least important problem.
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Because my father wrote:
Ethan isn't my son.
