Chapter 2 - The Wooden Box

Nora's office was a sanctuary of mahogany leather and quiet professionalism.
I sat in the same chair I had occupied yesterday, but everything felt different.
"I secured an apartment for you," Nora said, handing me a sleek keycard. "It's owned by the trust. Modest, but safe. Security in the lobby."
"Thank you, Nora," I breathed, feeling the exhaustion hit my bones.
"Don't thank me yet," she sighed. "Meet Julian. He's a forensic accountant I brought in discreetly."
A young man in his mid-twenties stepped out from the shadows of the adjoining library.
He had sharp eyes, messy dark hair, and a stack of manila folders in his hands.
"Nice to meet you, Evelyn," Julian said, his voice brisk. "Your grandfather hired me three months before he passed."
"Hired you for what?" I asked.
Julian dropped the folders on the desk. "To look into Kingsley Enterprises. Your father's company."
Nora pointed to the wooden box I was clutching. "Your grandfather said that box holds the missing piece. May I?"
I opened the box. Inside was an old brass key and a sequence of numbers written on a scrap of paper.
Julian's eyes lit up. "A safe deposit box. At First Republic."
"What did you find in my father's accounts, Julian?" I asked, my heart pounding.
Julian looked at Nora, who nodded permission.
"Your family isn't just broke, Evelyn," Julian said softly. "They're drowning. Your father has been taking money from his clients' escrow accounts to cover his bad investments."
I felt the blood drain from my face. "Embezzlement?"
"To the tune of roughly four million dollars," Julian confirmed. "He needed your inheritance to put it back before the audit next month."
I closed my eyes. The arguments. The panic. Grant's strange behavior. It all made terrifying sense.
"If I had given him the money," I whispered, "I would be broke, and he would have just lost it again."
"Exactly," Nora said. "Robert knew. He tried to fix it quietly, but his health failed. He set up your trust to ensure they couldn't drag you down with them."
"We need to know what's in that deposit box," Julian said. "It might be the proof we need to protect you completely."
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"Protect me from what?" I asked.
"Your father," Nora said grimly. "He's not going to just let three million dollars walk away. He's going to come for you."