Chapter 2 - THE LOCKET
Julian’s eyes burned into mine with a terrifying intensity. Beside him, Marcus, the trusted lawyer, shifted nervously.
"Julian, she's just a waitress looking for a payout," Marcus sneered, his hand slowly sliding into his tailored coat.
"I'm the forensic accountant your father hid before he died," I said, my voice cutting through the heavy silence. "And Marcus is reaching for a weapon, not a pen."
Julian didn't hesitate. With a violent shove, he flipped the massive oak dining table. Crystal shattered as gunfire erupted from Marcus’s suppressed pistol, the bullets burying themselves in the wood. We didn't wait. Julian grabbed my wrist, pulling me through the kitchen doors and into the service elevator.
As the doors slammed shut, Julian pinned me against the cold steel wall. "My father died to protect his ledger. You stole it."
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"I didn't steal it," I breathed, my heart hammering. I reached into my collar and pulled out a tarnished silver locket. "He gave it to me."
Julian went pale. "That locket... he bought that for my mother the day she died."
