“I don’t care about the paper!” Chloe screamed, stepping into the room and grabbing Bruno’s lapels. “The police just raided the corporate office! They have everything, Bruno! They have the offshore accounts, the forged medical records, the dummy trust files—all of it!”
Bruno turned pale, his jaw dropping. “What? That’s impossible! Who could have given them access to the secure server? Only you and I have the keys!”
Chloe slowly turned her head, her tear-filled, venomous eyes locking onto me. She raised a trembling finger, pointing it directly at my face.
“Her,” Chloe whispered, her voice shaking with an ancient rage. “The cleaning lady. She didn’t just clean your office, Bruno. She’s been using your administrative login for the last three weeks from the smart-vacuum’s embedded Wi-Fi router. The feds aren’t just coming for the money, Bruno…”
Chloe swallowed hard, a cold sweat breaking out across her forehead as she looked toward the open window.
“They brought a forensics team. They’re digging up the backyard right now. They found your first wife.”
