Chapter 4 - THE DIGITAL EVIDENCE
Valeria’s face twisted from terror into sudden, venomous hatred. She spun around, pointing a manicured, shaking finger at Carmen. "Don't you dare lie, you dirty little thief! You were probably going to steal it the second he woke up! You set me up! Both of you!"
"Shut up," Ricardo commanded. It wasn't a shout. It was a whipcrack of absolute authority that silenced the room instantly.
He walked over to his sleek marble desk, picked up his iPad, and tapped a few buttons. Instantly, the high-definition footage from the hidden cameras began to play on the massive wall-mounted television screen across the room.
There was the bed. There was Ricardo lying motionless.
Then the door opened. Carmen walked in, saw the money, whispered a quiet prayer, shook her head in disapproval, and turned to grab her vacuum, entirely ignoring the cash.
Then the door burst open again. Valeria rushed in like a vulture, her face contorted with greed, stuffing bundles of hundred-dollar bills into her designer bag with frantic, ravenous speed. The audio picked up her heavy breathing and her whispered, “Damn it, hurry...”
The television screen went black.
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The silence in the master bedroom became suffocating. Valeria stared at the blank screen, her knees finally giving out. She collapsed onto the carpet, burying her face in her hands, her carefully constructed life crumbling into absolute dust in a matter of seconds.
"Security," Ricardo said into his desk intercom, his voice devoid of any human warmth. "Bring the estate manager up to the master bedroom immediately. And call my legal team. Tell them we have a high-priority asset recovery and criminal trespass case."
