Chapter 8: The Confrontation
Chapter 8: The Confrontation
Heavy footsteps rounded the corner. Grant appeared, his breathing ragged, the iron doorstop gripped tightly in his hand. The flickering light from Celeste's phone illuminated the pure malice in his eyes.
"Give me the folder, Nora," he said, stepping blocking the only exit from the aisle.
"No," Nora said, clutching it tighter. Her heart hammered against her ribs, but the fear that had paralyzed her in the conservatory was gone, replaced by a surging, desperate anger. "You don't get to do this. You don't get to treat people like garbage just because you have money."
"Money is exactly why I get to do this," Grant sneered. He took a step forward. "You're a junior event assistant. Who are they going to believe? Me, or a hysterical girl who stole foundation property?"
"They'll believe the paper trail," a calm, authoritative voice echoed through the locker room.
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The backup emergency lights flared to life, casting a harsh yellow glow over the scene. Evelyn stood at the end of the aisle, flanked by four uniformed security guards and two men in suits holding badges.
"Federal agents," Evelyn announced. "They arrived early."
