Todos os capítulos de Seeking Deeper Fantasy: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The rain had stopped. Only the scent of wet earth lingered in the air as Corey’s black Bentley left the busy streets of Stark City behind. Neither Corey nor Kisha had spoken for almost thirty minutes. The silence between them no longer felt uncomfortable, it felt familiar. The kind of silence shared by two people who once knew each other’s heart by memory. Shawn glanced at them through the rear-view mirror before returning his attention to the road. “The lake house is another twenty minutes from here.” Corey gave a slight nod. Kisha rested her head against the window, watching endless rows of trees blur past. “It is still standing?” Corey smiled faintly. “Barely, I haven’t been there since… his voice trailed off. Since Morgan disappeared.” Kisha lowered her eyes, neither have I. The rusty iron gate appears at the end of the narrow dirt road. Wild vines had wrapped themselves around the fence, the old wooden sign still hung crooked. Lawson Lake House. The letters had faded with

The silence in the boardroom became suffocating. No one moved, no one spoke. Only the silent rumble of thunder disturbed the stillness outside Legacy Woodwork’s glass wall.Corey remained seated at the head of the table, his eyes sweeping across every director. Years of negotiating multimillion-dollar contracts taught him one thing: guilt often revealed itself before words ever did. And soon it will start to rip through the culprit.Director Charles Whitmore couldn’t keep his hands still. He was anxious and began to fidget. It was written all over him like he was screwed. Director Eliane Foster avoided eye contact altogether as if Corey’s stares were seeing through her soul. More like his gaze penetrating through her whole being.Only Robert looked completely composed. Hard to doubt or even smell anything fishy or funny. Corey had caught the brief tightening of Robert’s grip on his waking stick. Tsk…it lasted more than a second. Helen Briggs closed the folder before her. I’ve shared

“It’s okay,” he said quietly. His voice was calm, steady.The kind of calm that only appeared when everything around him was falling apart. Marcus was already moving, “The emergency lights should activate.” Three seconds later, a dim red glow flickered to life along the ceiling.The room was bathed in crimson shadows. Marcus tried the heavy steel door, it didn’t budge. “They’ve engaged the magnetic lock.” Helen’s face tightened.“Can they trap us indefinitely?”“No.” Marcus stepped back from the door, but whoever locked us in knows exactly where we are. Corey turned back to the computer, we’re not leaving until we know what Morgan wanted us to see. He clicked the video again, the screen brightened.Morgan Lawson appeared once more. Behind him sat an office Corey hadn’t seen in years—the original headquarters of Legacy Woodwork, before success had transformed the company into a towering corporate empire.Morgan looked directly into the camera. “If this recording has been unlocked…then I

Corey studied him carefully. Charles wasn’t acting like a cornered man, he wasn’t angry, he wasn’t afraid. He looked… exhausted. “As children,” Charles said quietly, “my father used to tell me Legacy Woodwork belonged to our family.” Helen frowned. “That’s absurd.” He believed Morgan Lawson stole his life’s work. He spent decades trying to prove it. Corey remembered Morgan’s recording. “If he couldn’t own Legacy… he would make sure no Lawson ever did.” “So you continued his mission?” Corey asked. Charles looked him in the eye, I spent years trying not to. Silence settled over the room. My father raised me to hate your family but after I joined the board…he glanced around the archive. “…I realized Morgan had built this company with integrity.” “So why the payments?” Shawn demanded. Charles hesitated, then he answered. Because someone gave me no choice. Helen’s expression hardened. “Explain.” Charles swallowed. “Fifteen years ago, I discovered irregularities in one of our overse

The Forgotten Founder Nobody moved. For several seconds, the only sound inside the library was the rain beginning to strike the windows. Kisha stared at Mrs. Mercer, then at the ledger, then back at the elderly woman. “My father?” Mrs. Mercer nodded. “Robert Prime.” Kisha shook her head. “No, her voice was barely audible.” My father never owned Legacy Woodwork. He did. He abandoned us, he disappeared and then he chose another family. Mrs. Mercer lowered her eyes, that is the story he wanted you to believe. Kisha’s face hardened, “What does that mean?” Before Mrs. Mercer could answer, Corey stepped between them. “Tell us everything.” The old woman looked at him. “You have your father’s eyes.” Corey frowned, you knew Morgan? “I knew all of them.” She looked toward the ledger. “Morgan Lawson, Richard Whitmore, David Mercer, Samuel Grant, Helen Briggs…” “And Robert Prime.” They were young when it began. Corey glanced at Helen. “Why didn’t you ever tell me about Robert?” Helen’