The heavy mahogany door clicked shut. Terrence stood in the dimly lit library, the amber liquid in his crystal glass catching the faint light from the desk lamp. I stepped away from the laptop, my mind racing to formulate a legal defense. I fully expected him to drop his drink. I expected him to shout for the authorities upon discovering that his future in-laws had systematically defrauded his family investment fund.
Instead, Terrence took a slow, deliberate sip of his bourbon. A cold, chilling smirk spread across his handsome face. He walked toward the desk with the relaxed, predatory stride of a man who held all the cards. ‘You always were the nosy one,’ Caroline Terrence said smoothly, his deep voice devoid of any surprise or anger.
I warned Richard that leaving his laptop unattended during a party full of corporate sharks was a bad idea. But your father never listens.’ I stared at him, my judicial instincts, instantly sensing a severe deviation from normal behavior. You are looking at a commercial bridge loan for $500,000, I stated, keeping my tone perfectly level.
