Whispers of Conspiracy

CHARLOTTE

“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice laced with confusion. He smiled, continuing to fiddle with the pen in his hand. His words had struck a nerve deep within me, leaving me uneasy.

“First, you need to tell me why you’re here, Ms. Edwards. Then, I’ll see how I can help. My opinions can wait,” he said, maintaining eye contact as I recounted my experience at the house.

“I want my house back,” I said firmly. He sighed. “It belongs to my family, and I can’t let anyone take it away.”

He set the pen down and leaned forward to pick up a file. “This is all the information we have on the Narhzy family,” he began, handing the file to me.

I opened it and couldn’t help but chuckle as I skimmed through the single sheet of paper inside. “This is it? There’s barely anything here,” I said, looking up at him.

“Exactly. The Narhzy family has been holding the corporate world hostage in these parts for years. Their influence even crosses international borders. No one can dig up any dirt on them