Chapter 7: The Wedding Can Wait, But The Evidence Cannot Leave The Office Unsecured
The office no longer felt like a room inside a mansion. It felt like the only place where the night had stopped pretending to be ordinary.
The secure laptop sat open beneath the chandelier, its screen divided between the Transition folder and the anonymous surveillance photo on my phone. The photograph showed the courtyard from an angle I could not place, high enough to include the white floral arches, the black SUV, Maria caught between the two security men, and me bending toward the silver drive. Whoever had taken it had been close enough to see the label.
Maria stood beside the desk with her arms folded over the torn pocket of her apron. She kept looking toward the office door. Vanessa remained near the far wall in her ivory rehearsal gown, one hand closed around her phone. The diamond earrings at her ears caught the chandelier light whenever she moved, though she had barely moved since entering.
Outside, the wedding continued only in its decorations. White flowers crowded the windows. The mansion lighting still burned across the marble, but the schedule had lost its authority. I had already made the decision that the ceremony would not proceed while Maria was being treated as a problem to remove and the files remained unexplained. No announcement was needed yet. The empty courtyard would say enough.
I pulled the laptop closer and turned it so the screen faced me alone.
Maria watched the motion. Her fear did not ease. It changed direction.
The drive lay beside my right hand, silver casing dull under the chandelier. The handwritten numbers—11:47—looked less like a time than a mark left for someone who knew where to look. I had not allowed anyone else to touch it since finding it on the marble. The passport copies, bank transfers, and photographs inside the Transition folder had turned a private confrontation into a threat that could reach the company, the people named in those records, and anyone who tried to erase the trail.
Vanessa’s attention stayed on the drive.
That was the part I could not separate from everything else. She had access to the computer Maria said she copied the files from. She had been near the floral arch when the men took Maria. Her phone had glowed briefly in the courtyard, and now she held it as if the device itself required protection.
I looked at the laptop’s access history without opening another file. The screen showed recent activity, but the entries were too narrow to explain who had used the machine or why. I wrote the visible times on a sheet of paper and placed it beside the drive. Then I photographed the screen with my phone, keeping the anonymous image visible in the recent view.
Maria noticed.
Her shoulders tightened, and she glanced at the office door again. The two men were not inside, but their presence remained in the mansion. I could hear movement beyond the corridor: a shoe against hardwood, then a pause, then the low mechanical sound of the elevator stopping somewhere below us. No one entered. That absence felt deliberate.
I closed the office blinds. The flowers vanished, leaving only the reflection of the room and the three of us suspended in the glass. For a moment, the reflected scene looked more truthful than the real one: Maria guarded, Vanessa composed, and me standing between the evidence and the door.
The wedding could wait. The evidence could not leave the office unsecured.
I slid the paper records into the laptop case and placed the flash drive in the smallest inner compartment. The zipper moved halfway before I stopped. The silver edge remained visible between my fingers.
From the hallway came a soft knock.
May you like
No one spoke.
Maria stepped closer to the desk. Vanessa lifted her phone. I kept my hand on the drive and watched the handle begin to turn.
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