It was a calm afternoon when the police cars drove through the big gate of Nathaniel’s mansion. The security man opened it fast, looking nervous. Cassandra was in the living room, flipping through a magazine, pretending to be relaxed. Nathaniel was on a phone call in his study when one of the maids came running in. “Sir, the police are here again,” she said softly. Nathaniel sighed, rubbed his forehead, and dropped the phone. He walked out slowly to meet them. Two officers stood at the entrance, hats in hand, their faces serious. “Good afternoon, Mr. Nathaniel,” one of them said politely. “Good afternoon, officers. I wasn’t expecting you today,” Nathaniel replied. “Please, come in.” They entered the sitting room. Cassandra quickly stood up, forcing a smile, though her palms were sweating. “Welcome, officers. Would you like some tea?” The younger officer shook his head. “No, ma’am. We just came to give an update.” Nathaniel nodded and sat down, motioning for them to d
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