Turning away from the window, she took a moment to survey her office. She hadn't really taken the time to appreciate it before. The polished mahogany desk, the sleek black leather chair, meticulously organized shelves. However, there were subtle signs of rearranged items—a misplaced book, a slightly open drawer, and a wastebasket filled with shredded paper. It was clear that Mr. Ethan had visited late at night. He had evidently been busy, removing anything that could implicate him. Emma made a mental note to have the locks changed. She approached the shelf where she had retrieved a folder during her initial few days on the job. Most of the documents were now missing, leaving empty gaps and a thin layer of dust. She ran her fingers over the remaining files, her mind racing with inquiries. Returning to her seat, she glanced at her itinerary for the day. The board meeting was scheduled for later on, and she dreaded it. Letting out a sigh, she turned to her computer and began typing
Emma dusted her nose with a frantic movement, swiftly scanning the room for as though there could be more somewhere in her office. The contents of the nylon weighed heavily on her as she stared at it, the sleek office now feeling increasingly suffocating. The once neatly arranged papers on the desk, the chairs, the walls, the entire office now seemed to be mocking her, almost as if they knew her new found secret. Her footsteps echoed loudly as she hurried towards the door, hastily shutting it and securing the bolt. As her heart raced, she knelt down to conceal the container, her trembling fingers struggling to wrap it up as it was before. In a frenzy, she made her way to the bathroom. She vigorously scrubbed her nose, the icy water meeting her face as she splashed it in the sink. As she stood in front of the mirror, wide-eyed and overwhelmed, her thoughts raced. What was the purpose of hiding a package of cocaine in a microwavable container in the fridge? Who could have done this?
Time passed swiftly, each moment stretching into infinity as aching hunger tormented Emma's stomach and uncertainty tormented her thoughts. At long last, the sound of approaching footsteps shattered the deafening stillness, and Emma stood up with a rush of anticipation coursing through her veins. But as she gazed upon the solemn expressions of Lucas and the bald-headed man in the black suit—the attorney—she instinctively knew that the news would not be in her favor. "What am I being accused of?" Emma's voice was hoarse, her throat parched with fear. "Just tell me already! Stop stalling!" The attorney paused, his gaze shifting to Lucas before finally responding. "Possession of hard substances, involvement in the murders of Sheryl Jones and Damien, and orchestrating your own kidnapping." Emma stumbled backwards, shocked by the impact of these accusations that reverberated in her mind like a cold blast of icy water. "And there is no option for bail," the attorney added, his word
Lucas entered after Mr. Mario, his eyes narrowing as he observed the retreating figure. "He came to see you?" he inquired, suspicion lacing his voice. Emma nodded, her gaze falling as she settled back onto the cell bed, her mind whirling with so many thoughts. "Did the attorney say anything?" she inquired, her voice barely above a whisper. She needed to steer the conversation, to focus on something that might offer a glimmer of hope. Lucas saw the subtle plea in her eyes but decided not to push further. "Not really," he answered, sighing as he raked a hand through his hair. "He has gathered the evidence they have against you. He will review it and come to interrogate you tomorrow. Just tell him the truth. I believe he will secure your release." He offered a small, encouraging smile, though it did not quite reach his eyes. Emma nodded, a flicker of gratitude in her weary countenance. They sat in silence, the air heavy with unspoken words and the faint sound of footsteps in the co
Lucas's hand dipped into his pocket, and Emma squinted in suspicion. "Please don't tell me you intend to propose to me in a damn cell," she quipped, a flicker of humor creeping into her otherwise serious tone. "Hell no," Lucas chuckled, shaking his head as he produced a handkerchief and handed it to her. "I am not that foolish to that in this vulnerable state." Emma accepted the handkerchief, her smile widening as she blotted her tears. The soft material was a soothing balm. The tenseness in the atmosphere seemed to dissipate, replaced by a moment of mutual warmth. "I will speak with Tina, see what she has to say," Lucas vowed, gripping Emma's hand. His touch was reassuring. "I pledge to return later this evening. If i can't make it this evening, I will return tomorrow morning, no matter the circumstances." Agreeing with a mix of relief, Emma nodded. "Lucas," she gently began, "you can confess that you had foretold this outcome. I know it lingers behind your mind." Lucas grin
There was a momentary pause in Emma's heartbeat, followed by a sudden jolt as she jumped in fear. "Why are you observing me while I sleep?" she gasped, trying to steady her breath after the fright. The woman let out a low, unsettling chuckle. "You look beautiful when you sleep," she said, her smile twisted in a disturbing manner. "It's a shame you're confined in a cell." With another eerie grin, she turned away. Just then, the heavy door to the cell area creaked open. Emma saw the lawyer walking in with Lucas by his side, and a glimmer of hope ignited within her. She quickly stood up, walking towards the bars of her cell with eager anticipation. Her wide eyes and trembling fingers clung to the cold metal, awaiting their approach. An expressionless police officer followed closely behind, unlocking the cell bars with a loud clanking noise, and gesturing for Emma to come out. Emma's hesitation was fleeting as she glanced back at the lady lying on the floor, motionless and silent
"The apartment in which I formerly reside where is being investigated now...." she revealed, her voice lowering to a hushed whisper as if worried about being overheard, "belongs to Mr. Ethan. I surmise that he has a strong motive to lay the blame on me, especially given that I was conducting research on him." She nibbled on her lip, feeling anxious and unsettled. The lawyer's eyes widened slightly. "Now that is interesting," he mused, more to himself than to her. "Please, continue." Emma's fingers intertwined tightly, her knuckles turning white. "Upon moving in, I discovered a hidden CCTV camera observing me. Despite its covert positioning, I stumbled upon it a few days later. I removed and destroyed it." She hesitated before adding, "It was no secret that I suspected Mr. Ethan of being involved in my father's death. He was aware of my investigation into his actions." Her lawyer continued to jot down notes, his brow furrowed in deep concentration. Finally, he met her resolute gaz
Emma straightened herself upright, eager to give every information necessary to help keep her sister safe, "She is 27 years old. Her name is—""We can gather basic information from records," he interjected in a resolute yet courteous tone. "Tell us about her physical appearance, her relationship with people, Did she mention anything lately that implied fear or discomfort?"Emma nibbled on her lip, her thoughts racing back to their last exchange. "She is... she is very sociable, always the life of the gathering. Nothing stood out as unusual."The door flung open, and the second officer returned with an evidence bag held high. He handed it to his superior, who promptly handed Emma her phone. She fumbled with it, her fingers trembling as she attempted to switch it on."It's dead," she stated, raising her eyes to the officer with a mix of frustration and trepidation."Who has a charger?" the officer inquired, scanning the room.“I have a power bank and an iPhone cord," Mr. Harrington, who