Delia kept her hand on my wrist until I stopped reaching for the computer. \u201cYour father spent twenty years building this,\u201d she said. \u201cBut for the last two, he was watching your sister\u2019s husband try to destroy it from within.\u201d Then she opened Dominic\u2019s file. My stomach tightened as payment records and suspicious transfers appeared across the screen. Dominic had not simply been a business vendor. He had been secretly stealing from my father\u2019s transportation network, and my father had discovered it.<\/p>\n
Suddenly, the steel door hidden in the mountains made sense. So did the strange note, the old pickup, and the rusted key my father had left specifically for me. He had been moving assets somewhere Dominic and Rhonda could never reach. Delia clicked on one final file. \u201cThere\u2019s something else,\u201d she said quietly. The screen changed, and I saw a document with my name at the top. That was when I realized my father\u2019s secret was far bigger than stolen money.<\/p>\n
\n THE STORY CONTINUES ON THE NEXT PAGE… \ud83d\udc47\ud83d\udc47\ud83d\udc47\n <\/p>\n