Before sunrise, I photographed the empty safe, documented the missing files, and uploaded everything to a secure server. At 5:46 AM, my phone vibrated. Daniel had sent a photograph of himself and Chloe standing inside the international terminal, both smiling, with Chloe wearing the bracelet Daniel believed belonged to my mother.
Beneath it, he wrote: “Goodbye, Audrey. When you wake up, you’ll realize you have nothing left.”
I stared at the screen, took a slow breath, and typed four words: “The accounts are frozen.”
The Tables Turn
Seven seconds later, my phone rang. Daniel was already shouting. “What did you do?!”
“Good morning, Daniel,” I replied calmly while pouring a fresh cup of coffee.
“The transfers were rejected! My cards aren’t working! What did you do?”
“Are you referring to the corporate expense cards you used for luxury hotels, flights, and personal gifts?”
Silence followed before he tried backtracking. “Audrey, sweetheart, you’re confused.”
“I found twelve suspicious authorizations, three attempted transfers totaling over eleven million dollars, $1.2 million in unauthorized personal expenses, and another $3.6 million paid to Chloe’s firm.”
