Todos los capítulos de THE HOUSE KEEPER : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Julian's POV“Read it,” Zoe said.Her arms were still crossed over her chest. She stood near the door, watching Julian carefully, almost as if she was ready to run the moment he told her she was imagining things again.Julian looked at her for a few seconds before turning his attention back to the notebook in his hand.He walked to her small desk and sat down. The chair made a soft creaking sound under his weight.Then he opened the notebook to the first page.The first thing he noticed was Zoe's handwriting.It was quick and slightly slanted. Some words were bigger than others, and a few lines looked like they had been written in a hurry. It was the kind of handwriting that belonged to someone whose thoughts moved faster than her hand could write.There were dates.Times.Names.Short notes.Marcus asked about the west stairwell cameras again — third time this month.Julian's eyes moved to the next line.Overheard “R” on the phone outside the garage, 11:40 p.m.He turned the page.Ma

Julian's POVArthur Chen's office smelled of old paper and strong coffee.It was stronger than the coffee Julian usually allowed himself to drink.Arthur sat behind his desk, looking tired. His shirt was slightly wrinkled, and there were dark circles under his eyes.Julian did not need to ask if he had slept.The answer was obvious.Neither of them had slept much.Arthur picked up a folder from the side of his desk and placed it in front of Julian.“I found something.”Julian pulled out the chair and sat down.Arthur pushed the folder closer.“Three offshore accounts,” he said.Julian opened the folder.“Three?”“Yes.”Arthur pointed to several pages.“They're all connected to the same shell company. The company was registered eighteen months ago.”Julian looked through the papers.The company's name meant nothing to him.“What about Marcus?”“His name isn't anywhere on the official paperwork.”Julian looked up.“Then how do you know he's connected to it?”Arthur took out another docu

Julian's POV“We go in together.”Zoe placed a printed floor plan on the kitchen island between them.Julian looked at the paper.Then he looked at her.It was still early in the morning.The kitchen was quiet, except for the soft sound of the coffee machine and the occasional noise coming from the city outside.Julian picked up his coffee.“No.”Zoe frowned.“You haven't even looked at the plan.”“I don't need to.”“You should at least—”“No.”She stared at him.Julian took a slow drink of his coffee.Zoe crossed her arms.“You're not even going to hear me out?”“I already know what you're going to say.”“Really?”“Yes.”She leaned closer to the island.“Then tell me.”“You want to go into the security office.”“Correct.”“You want us to search it.”“Yes.”“And you think this is a good idea.”“Yes.”Julian shook his head.“Absolutely not.”Zoe's eyes narrowed.“Why?”“Because you're not going anywhere near that office again.”“That's not your decision.”Julian finally looked up from

Julian's POV“This way.”Julian grabbed Zoe's wrist and pulled her toward the service door on the far wall.His voice was barely a whisper.The door was one of the emergency exits marked on the blueprint Arthur had given him. It was rarely used, which meant there was a good chance nobody would be watching it.At least, that was what Julian hoped.They had only seconds.The security office was behind them.Marcus had been there.And if he found them inside the room, there would be no easy explanation.Julian reached the door and pushed down on the handle.Nothing happened.His stomach dropped.He pushed again.Still nothing.“It's locked,” Zoe whispered.“No.”He tried the handle again.The door refused to move.For one terrible second, Julian felt trapped.He had brought Zoe into this.He had promised himself he would protect her, yet now they were standing inside a building controlled by the very man who wanted her gone.The thought hit him hard.This was exactly what he had been afr

Julian's POVThe boardroom felt colder than Julian remembered.Maybe it was the room.Maybe it was the eleven people sitting around the long table, all looking at him with the same serious expression.They were studying him.Waiting.Judging every word he said.Julian stood near the end of the table, holding the folder containing the evidence he had gathered.He refused the chair Diane Foster had offered him.Diane was the chairwoman of the board.Her silver hair was neatly arranged, and her hands rested calmly on the table.She looked completely prepared.“Julian,” she said. “We appreciate you coming so quickly.”“I understand.”“This is a sensitive matter.”“It is.”Julian looked around the room.Every board member was watching him.Some looked concerned.Others looked doubtful.A few seemed impatient.Julian knew what they were thinking.They believed he might be protecting Zoe because he trusted her too much.Or because he had become emotionally involved in the situation.They did