Chapter 11 - The Inheritance of Ciphers
The screen of Maya’s phone flickered under the dim overhead light of the Coast Guard interceptor cabin, casting a pale, bluish glow across her composed face. The file path Elena had left behind wasn't a bank routing number or a blackmail video. It was a digital map of a real estate portfolio spanning three continents, registered under a corporate entity called Vance & Vance Global.
Marcus glanced over from the helm, his hands steady on the steering wheel as the boat sliced through the dark harbor waters toward Pier 54. "What did she leave you, Maya? Another offshore holding?"
"No," Maya said softly, her fingers gently scrolling through a series of legal deeds and architectural schematics. "It’s not offshore. It’s right here in Seattle. And it’s not a holding company."
"Then what is it?" Marcus asked, narrowing his eyes against the salt spray hitting the windshield.
"It’s the original family estate in Medina—the one Julian claimed he had to mortgage to save the company three years ago," Maya replied, a slow, triumphant smile touching the corners of her lips. "He didn't mortgage it to save the company. He mortgaged it to buy out Chloe’s family debt when she first entered his firm as an intern."
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Marcus let out a low whistle. "So the affair didn't start three months ago. It starte
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