Part 22: The Black Box
Part 22: The Black Box
Two weeks later, the lawyer called.
Not the corrupt ones from the past.
A new one.
He asked me to come to the bank.
There was one last safety deposit box.
Daniel’s name was on it.
When they opened it, I expected documents.
Stock certificates.
Deeds to hidden properties.
Instead, there was only a thick, black leather notebook.
I opened it carefully.
Pages of handwritten notes.
Names.
Dates.
Amounts.
I looked at the lawyer.
“What is this?”
He adjusted his glasses.
“It’s a ledger, Mara.”
A pause.
“It is a list of every family Victor and Julian destroyed to build the Vale empire.”
My blood ran cold.
May you like
Not from fear.
From the sheer weight of the guilt written on those pages.
