Behind The Mask
“I’m guessing your safe deposit box at Purple Safe?”
I gave a small, almost guilty smile. “Yes. I’ll take them there.”
Purple Safe. I’d heard of it before, it wasn’t just a vault. It was the vault. A fortress for the world’s elite, where treasures slept in silence, jewelry, ancient documents, priceless artifacts. A place where secrets could outlive their owners.
When I left the villa, my mind was still spinning. Half a billion dollars. Power didn’t just move through bank accounts, it glittered, raw and untamed, in the palm of my hand.