The Briefcase from London
Chapter 05 - The Briefcase from London
Adrian placed the briefcase on the low table and entered a six-digit code. The locks clicked open.
Victoria’s confidence faltered.
Inside were original partnership papers, bank statements, letters, and a small digital recorder. Each item had been preserved by Arthur Bell, the retired attorney who once represented both Richard Hawthorne and Thomas Carter.
Adrian had found Arthur in a nursing home outside London after tracing payments made from Richard’s private account. The old attorney had spent years afraid of Victoria’s influence. When Adrian showed him evidence that Hawthorne Industries was still using Thomas’s designs without compensating his family, Arthur finally agreed to speak.
The partnership agreement was clear: Richard owned fifty-one percent of the company, and Thomas owned forty-nine percent. If either man died, his shares passed into separate trusts for his child. Victoria had no authority to cancel Thomas’s ownership.
A second document revealed something worse.
Days before the fatal crash, Richard and Thomas discovered that Victoria had used company funds to purchase personal property. They planned to remove her from financial control at the next board meeting.
That meeting never happened.
Adrian set the papers in front of her.
“You told me Thomas stole from us,” he said.
Victoria glanced toward Lily. “This is not a conversation for staff.”
“She is not staff,” Adrian replied. “She is a shareholder.”
Lily stopped breathing.
Adrian handed her the partnership agreement. Her father’s signature appeared beside Richard’s, bold and familiar. Beneath it was a notarized trust provision naming Lily Carter as beneficiary.
For years, she had wanted proof of innocence. She had never imagined the truth would also reveal that nearly half the Hawthorne empire had been stolen from her.
Victoria recovered quickly. “Old documents can be forged.”
“Arthur Bell recorded a sworn statement. The London bank verified every signature. The board’s independent attorneys already have copies.”
The room became silent.
Lily looked down at the maid’s uniform she had worn to enter the mansion. Fifteen minutes earlier, Victoria had threatened to fire her. Now Victoria could not legally make a major company decision without Lily’s vote.
Adrian closed the briefcase halfway.
“This is your final chance to tell us the truth,” he said.
Victoria’s eyes moved from him to Lily, then to the dark stain on the floor.
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“I did what was necessary to protect this family,” she answered.
It was not a denial.
