CHAPTER 251 — SHADOWS ON THE MARBLE

The Blackwood estate appeared lavish, chilly overly arrogant. Yet there was an underlying unease. It was palpable, throughout the corridors. The servants murmured often. Doors normally open remained closed. Even the chandeliers were excessively bright as if attempting to mask something.

Samuel sat in his office gazing at a stack of reports he had reviewed thrice already, His bourbon was sweating on the table. His hand trembled enough to make the glass hit the wood. He chose to ignore it.

Three audits.

Three different firms.

All of them expressed the sentiment in a courteous professional manner that Samuel believed was offensive:

Funds disappeared. Documents were modified. Transactions occurred without his knowledge.

Not much. Insufficient for the world to perceive.

But enough for him.

Someone was striking him at his vulnerable spot. Gradually, intentionally, as if they intended for him to truly sense it.

He despised the sensation more, than the act of stealing.

“Father?”

Harrison ling