The room was silent, but his heart wasn’t. Oric Lane stood just outside the suite doorway, holding the knob with one hand, his phone in the other, recording.
The light from the open safe flickered against the polished wood panels, casting soft shadows across the wall. In front of it stood a little girl barely taller than the doorknob, her back turned, one hand on the handle of the heavy metal door.
Her name was Suri—seven years old, dark brown skin, curly hair tied into uneven puffs. She wore a sleeveless cream-colored shirt with a small hole near the hem and loose jeans that bunched at her ankles. No shoes. She hadn’t said a word since she entered.
Suri was the daughter of Mesa, Oric’s full-time maid. Mesa cleaned his penthouse three times a week, and he had never paid attention to the child she sometimes brought along—until today. Today, Oric decided to conduct a test. He left the safe open on purpose, full of….Read Full Story Here………………..
