Chapter 8 - The Hidden Truth
The lock on the office door clicked open with a heavy, satisfying sound.
I slipped inside, leaving the lights off and using the small flashlight on Noah’s burner phone to see.
The office smelled of rich leather, expensive cigars, and pure intimidation.
I walked behind his massive oak desk and knelt in front of the heavy steel floor safe.
My cast bumped against the wood, sending a sharp spike of pain up my arm, but I ignored it.
I punched in the six-digit code: 0-8-1-4-1-8.
The heavy locking mechanism whirred, and the thick steel door swung open smoothly.
Inside, stacked neatly in color-coded folders, were the secrets Garrett used to maintain his empire.
I pulled out a thick red folder labeled "Personal Assets" and opened it on the floor.
My eyes widened in absolute shock as I scanned the complex banking documents.
Garrett had systematically funneled millions of dollars into offshore accounts registered under shell companies.
But worse than the tax fraud was the separate folder I found tucked in the back.
It contained a detailed, terrifying background check on my entire family.
He had hired private investigators to track my parents, my brother, and my close friends.
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He had photos of Noah walking into his workplace, notes on my mother's daily schedule, and detailed financial profiles on all of them.
He wasn't just controlling me; he was preparing to destroy anyone who tried to help me.
