Chapter 61

MAX POV

The officer froze, his expression darkening. “Hand it over.”

I shook my head, clutching the papers tightly. “It’s personal. You wouldn’t understand.”

His jaw tightened. “If it’s personal, then why are you acting so suspicious?”

“I’m not giving it to you, it's a Will that my grandmother left for me and it's a secret. ” I lied as I insisted, taking a step back.

'' oh my goodness, your grandmother just died? So sorry about that and I also lost my grandmother two days ago. She's such a sweet soul. '' The police officer said in a cracked voice as if he wanted to cry.

The officer’s eyes burned with suspicion, and I knew I was running out of time.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. Kenneth’s eyelids flutter slightly. My heart skipped a beat. Was he waking up?

“Fine,” the officer said suddenly, his tone cold. “ You can go. ''

I nodded then left with the contract in my hands as I couldn't believe that he believed such a simple lie.

Without saying anything further, I started walking toward the door. My heart raced, but I kept my steps steady and purposeful.

Once outside the ward, I exhaled sharply, leaning against the cold wall. “That was too close,” I muttered under my breath, wiping the sweat from my forehead.

The contract file was now tucked under my coat, a secret victory that made my pulse race with excitement.

Straightening my tie, I made my way to the parking lot and climbed into my car. As I sat behind the wheel, a wave of relief washed over me. “It’s done,” I whispered to myself. “Finally.”

Starting the engine, I drove straight to the company. The city streets blurred past as my mind began to piece together the next step of my plan. Mr. Kenneth’s signature was the key, but there was still more work to do.

Arriving at the company, I parked in my reserved spot and stepped out. The sleek, glass-covered building loomed ahead, its polished surface reflecting the sunlight. Workers in suits and uniforms greeted me as I entered the hallway.

“Good morning, Mr. Max,” one of them said with a slight bow.

“Morning,” I replied curtly, my mind elsewhere.

Another worker chimed in, “The team meeting is scheduled for noon, sir.”

“I’ll be there,” I said, not breaking my stride as I headed toward my office.

Once inside, I closed the door behind me and sighed. The room was spacious, with large windows overlooking the city and a mahogany desk that exuded authority. I walked to my chair, sank into it, and leaned back for a moment.

Pulling the contract file from my coat, I held it in my hands and stared at the signature at the bottom. “Perfect,” I whispered, clutching it to my chest.

A grin spread across my face as I imagined the wealth this deal would bring me. “This is it,” I said aloud, my voice laced with satisfaction. “The start of something big.”

For a few moments, I allowed myself to bask in the glow of success. The thought of the money flooding into the accounts made my chest swell with pride. But soon, the grin faded, replaced by a calculating expression.

“Now,” I murmured, “how do I make sure it goes unnoticed?”

I spun my chair around to face the window, watching the bustling city below. “The accounts will have to be adjusted,” I thought aloud.

“If I funnel it correctly, no one will suspect a thing. But I need the right person to make it work.”

Reaching for the phone on my desk, I dialed the number of the company’s accounts manager. The line rang twice before she picked up.

“Hello, this is Karen,” came her professional voice.

“Karen, it’s Max,” I said smoothly. “I need to see you in my office as soon as possible.”

“Of course, sir,” she replied. “Is it about the quarterly report?”

“Not quite,” I said, a slight smirk playing on my lips. “Let’s call it…an important discussion about future projections.”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” she said.

“Good,” I replied, ending the call.

Leaning back in my chair, I tapped my fingers on the desk, my mind racing with ideas. Karen was meticulous and loyal, but I knew how to sway her if necessary. The plan was coming together, piece by piece.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed, interrupting my thoughts. The vibration sent a jolt of tension through me as I reached for the device.

The caller ID displayed an unknown number.

Frowning, I hesitated before answering.

Who could it be?

NADIA'S POV

“Max, it’s me, Nadia,” I said, my voice calm but laced with a sense of urgency. “Are you ready? The plan is set, and everything is falling into place.”

There was a brief pause on the other end, and then Max chuckled softly. “Nadia, I’ve been ready for this moment since I first told me about it.

Tammie and Richard deserve to watch their perfect little world crumble. This is going to be… exquisite.”

I leaned back on my couch, a satisfied smile tugging at my lips. “Good. Because tomorrow, everything changes. I’ve crafted every detail of this, Max.

Every move, every reaction, every single piece of their carefully constructed image…it’s all going to shatter. Are you sure you’re ready to watch them burn?”

Max’s voice was calm but filled with excitement. “I wouldn’t miss it for anything. They’ve had this coming for a long time, Nadia. Watching the media feast on their tarnished reputation will be the highlight of my year.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, a low, sinister sound that echoed in the empty room. “You’re right. They deserve this. Richard should’ve known better than to string me along like that. And Tammie? That smug little bride-to-be… she won’t know what hit her.”

The mere thought of it sent a thrill down my spine. For a moment, I was lost in the sheer satisfaction of knowing I held the power to destroy them.

Then, my mind drifted, unbidden, to a vision…a fantasy I’d nurtured for far too long.