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The Glass Tower Never Forgive
CHAPTER 1
The applause stopped the moment the elevator doors opened.
Evelyn Hart stepped into the executive boardroom wearing the same navy blazer she had worn every Monday for seven years. The skyline behind the glass walls glowed with the first light of dawn, turning the polished table into a mirror. Twenty directors waited in silence.
At the head of the room stood Chairman Malcolm Voss.
His smile never reached his eyes.
“Good,” he said. “Our former CEO finally decided to show up.”
The word former hit harder than a slap.
Confused whispers spread around the room.
Evelyn frowned. “What are you talking about?”
Malcolm slid a thick folder across the table.
“Read it.”
She opened the folder.
Termination papers.
Signed.
Effective immediately.
Her signature stared back at her.
She froze.
“I never signed this.”
Malcolm folded his hands.
“The board disagrees.”
Several directors looked away.
Others refused to meet her eyes.
Only one face remained steady.
Daniel Cruz.
Chief Financial Officer.
Her oldest friend inside the company.
He looked terrified.
Malcolm pressed a remote.
The massive screen behind him lit up.
Bank transfers.
Private accounts.
Secret payments.
Each one appeared connected to Evelyn.
Gasps echoed around the room.
Someone muttered, “My God…”
Malcolm’s voice stayed calm.
“Thirty-two million dollars.”
He let the number hang in the air.
“Our CEO has been stealing from this company.”
“I didn’t.”
Her voice cracked.
“I’ve never seen these accounts.”
“You expect us to believe that?”
A director laughed bitterly.
Another pushed his chair back.
“I trusted you.”
“So did our shareholders.”
The words landed one after another like stones.
Malcolm stepped closer.
“You built your reputation preaching honesty.”
He leaned in.
“And now everyone finally knows what you really are.”
He reached for the CEO badge clipped to her jacket.
Without asking.
He ripped it away.
The metal clip snapped.
The badge clattered across the floor.
Silence.
No one bent down to pick it up.
Hero Shot Opportunity #1
The silver CEO badge spinning across the polished black floor while Evelyn stood frozen, Malcolm towering over her, directors watching in horrified silence, sunrise blazing through the glass wall behind them.
Two security officers entered.
Their footsteps echoed through the room.
Malcolm nodded toward her.
“Escort Ms. Hart out.”
One officer hesitated.
“Evelyn…”
“I said escort her.”
The second officer gently reached for her arm.
She pulled away.
“I can walk.”
The board watched as she crossed the room without another word.
Halfway to the door…
Daniel suddenly stood.
“Wait.”
Every head turned.
He swallowed hard.
“There are inconsistencies.”
Malcolm’s expression hardened.
“What did you say?”
“The transfers.”
Daniel pointed toward the screen.
“The timestamps don’t match the authorization logs.”
A murmur spread across the room.
Malcolm smiled again.
“A nervous accountant searching for excuses.”
Daniel shook his head.
“No.”
He looked directly at Evelyn.
“I don’t believe she did this.”
Malcolm slammed both palms onto the conference table.
The sharp crack silenced everyone.
“You work for this company.”
“I do.”
“Then sit down.”
Daniel didn’t move.
“I’m asking for a forensic audit.”
Several directors exchanged uncertain looks.
Hope flickered inside Evelyn.
Then Malcolm reached into another folder.
“I expected this.”
He tossed a document toward Daniel.
It slid across the table.
Daniel picked it up.
His face turned white.
“What is this?”
“Your resignation.”
“I never—”
“You signed it yesterday.”
“I wasn’t even in the office yesterday.”
Malcolm shrugged.
“Funny.”
The room became even quieter.
Daniel looked at Evelyn.
For the first time…
Fear replaced confidence.
The security officers moved closer.
One gently took Daniel’s company laptop.
The other removed his security badge.
Within seconds…
Both executives stood side by side.
Stripped of everything.
Malcolm smiled at the directors.
“Loyalty is admirable.”
He paused.
“But stupidity is expensive.”
Outside the tower…
Rain had started.
Reporters surrounded the entrance.
Camera flashes exploded.
“Evelyn!”
“Did you steal shareholder money?”
“Are you under investigation?”
“Did your CFO help you?”
Someone shoved a microphone toward her face.
Another reporter yelled,
“How long have you been lying?”
Daniel stepped between Evelyn and the crowd.
“No comment.”
A camera operator pushed forward.
Daniel stumbled backward.
Another reporter rushed in.
The crowd tightened.
Security barriers rattled.
Someone threw a folder.
It burst open.
Papers scattered into the rain.
Photographs.
Bank statements.
Headlines already printed.
THIEF CEO.
The photographers rushed closer.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Evelyn bent to gather the papers.
A reporter stepped on one with his shoe.
“You don’t need these anymore.”
She looked up.
Their eyes met.
He didn’t move.
Instead…
He smiled.
Daniel grabbed the paper and pulled it free.
“Enough.”
A television producer shouted,
“Get closer!”
The crowd surged again.
Metal barriers tipped.
Security rushed forward.
Umbrellas collided.
Microphones tangled together.
Police officers pushed everyone backward.
For a brief moment…
Evelyn disappeared inside the chaos.
Then Daniel grabbed her wrist.
“This way.”
They slipped into an alley as the reporters fought each other for the next picture.
Three blocks away…
They collapsed into a quiet coffee shop.
Neither touched their drinks.
Daniel stared at the rain.
“I checked those transfer records two weeks ago.”
Evelyn looked at him.
“And?”
“They didn’t exist.”
“What?”
“The accounts appeared yesterday.”
She leaned forward.
“Someone built an entire financial history overnight.”
He nodded slowly.
“They wanted evidence.”
She whispered,
“They wanted a story.”
Daniel reached into his jacket.
“I took something before security locked my office.”
He placed a tiny encrypted flash drive on the table.
“I copied the overnight server logs.”
She looked at it.
“This could clear everything.”
“Or get us both killed professionally.”
A young waitress approached.
“Can I refill your coffee?”
Daniel quickly covered the flash drive.
“No, thank you.”
The waitress smiled politely.
As she walked away…
A man at the counter quietly lowered his newspaper.
He wasn’t reading.
He was watching them.
Across the city…
Inside the executive floor…
Malcolm stood alone.
The boardroom was empty.
Except for one visitor.
A woman entered wearing a gray coat.
She closed the door.
“No problems?” she asked.
Malcolm poured two glasses of whiskey.
“Nothing we can’t control.”
She glanced toward the city below.
“What about Daniel?”
“He surprised me.”
“You underestimated him.”
Malcolm handed her a glass.
“No.”
He smiled.
“I planned for him.”
She frowned.
“What does that mean?”
He reached into his pocket.
Another flash drive.
Identical to Daniel’s.
“There were always two copies.”
The woman looked uneasy.
“And if he finds the truth?”
Malcolm calmly dropped the second drive into the fireplace.
Plastic melted.
Smoke curled upward.
“He won’t.”
The flames reflected in Malcolm’s eyes.
“You can’t expose a ghost.”
That evening…
Evelyn returned home.
The front gate stood open.
She never left it open.
The lights inside were on.
She froze.
Daniel whispered,
“Stay behind me.”
They stepped inside.
Nothing appeared stolen.
Furniture untouched.
Pictures still hanging.
Then Evelyn noticed the piano.
One key was pressed down with a folded piece of paper.
She unfolded it.
Only six words.
STOP DIGGING OR YOUR FATHER PAYS.
Her hands shook.
“My father…”
Daniel looked up.
“The retirement center.”
They ran.
Twenty minutes later…
They reached the small lakeside residence where Evelyn’s father lived.
Police cars filled the parking lot.
Her heart stopped.
She sprinted toward the entrance.
“Dad!”
An officer blocked her path.
“I’m sorry, ma’am.”
She pushed past him.
Inside…
Residents stood frightened in the hallway.
Nurses whispered.
One wheelchair sat overturned.
A broken flower vase lay across the floor.
“Evelyn!”
Her father called from the activity room.
She rushed toward him.
He was alive.
Shaken.
But unharmed.
She dropped to her knees and hugged him.
He held her tightly.
“I thought…”
He smiled weakly.
“They asked about you.”
Her blood ran cold.
“Who?”
“Men in expensive suits.”
Daniel stiffened.
“What did they want?”
“They kept asking where you stored your mother’s journals.”
Evelyn slowly looked up.
“My mother’s journals?”
Her father nodded.
“They said the company already owned them.”
Daniel frowned.
“What company?”
Her father blinked.
“The one your mother worked for before she died.”
Evelyn stared at him.
“My mother never worked for BlackRiver Technologies.”
He looked confused.
“Not BlackRiver.”
He whispered another name.
“Asterion Dynamics.”
Daniel’s face drained of color.
“No…”
Evelyn turned.
“What?”
Daniel barely breathed.
“Asterion founded BlackRiver.”
She frowned.
“I know the history.”
“No.”
He looked directly into her eyes.
“It wasn’t a merger.”
“It was a cover-up.”
Before she could answer—
The retirement home’s electricity suddenly failed.
Darkness swallowed the building.
Residents screamed.
Emergency lights flickered red.
A fire alarm erupted.
Doors automatically locked.
Someone pounded on the front entrance.
Another crash echoed from the back hallway.
Daniel grabbed Evelyn’s arm.
“We’re not alone.”
A flashlight beam swept across the corridor.
Then another.
Footsteps.
Slow.
Deliberate.
A voice echoed through the darkness.
“Find the journals.”
Evelyn pulled her father behind her.
The emergency lights flashed again.
For one heartbeat, three shadowed figures appeared at the end of the hallway.
Then the lights died completely.
And the footsteps began moving toward them.
