Chapter 3 - The Ghost in the Shadows
Exactly one month smoothly passed since the highly publicized, deeply tragic incident on the cold, windy roof of the towering skyscraper.
Emma was secretly hiding in a very small, heavily heavily guarded apartment located in the absolute poorest, most forgotten district of the massive city.
She had used her incredible architectural skills to quietly secure a freelance remote job under a completely fake, untraceable digital identity.
Her broken shoulder had finally healed completely, leaving behind a deep, physical ache that constantly reminded her of Margaret's absolute, monstrous cruelty.
She spent absolutely every single waking hour meticulously gathering highly confidential financial information about Margaret's massive, corrupt corporate empire.
Emma cleverly hacked into the public tax records, easily cross-referencing them with the hidden, offshore shell companies Margaret secretly used to heavily bribe politicians.
She quickly discovered that the ruthless mother-in-law had aggressively embezzled millions of dollars from her own son's highly successful charity foundation.
Emma knew that merely sending the brutal audio recording to the local, corrupt police would absolutely not be enough to securely lock Margaret away.
She systematically needed to completely destroy the evil woman's entire pristine public image, her massive wealth, and her untouchable, arrogant pride.
The brilliant girl slowly began to beautifully orchestrate a highly complex, devastating psychological war to permanently break her cruel attacker's fragile sanity.
It started incredibly simply, with massive bouquets of Emma's favorite white lilies suddenly being delivered anonymously to Margaret's heavily guarded private office.
Then, the exact same romantic song that Alex and Emma had danced to was mysteriously played over the mansion's highly secure intercom system at midnight.
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Margaret was slowly beginning to heavily crack under the immense, unseen pressure, completely convinced that she was being terrifyingly haunted by a vengeful spirit.
Emma sat quietly in her dark room, staring at the glowing computer screen with a perfectly cold, beautifully calculated smile spreading across her face.
