Chapter 5 - Uncovering the Deep RootsI walked over to the service bar, poured myself a glass of ice water, and took a slow, refreshing sip before turning back to face Clara, who stood nervously near the edge of the massive Persian rug.

"You risked a lot tonight, Clara," I said, setting the glass down on a mahogany side table. "If Vanessa or my uncle had caught you slipping those audio files to Marcus, they would have fired you instantly—or worse."
Clara kept her hands clasped tightly in front of her modest maid's uniform. "They were going to destroy you, Mr. Vanguard. Not just your company, but everything. I couldn't just stand by and watch after... after everything your family did for my mother when she was sick."
I paused, frowning slightly as a memory stirred. "Your mother? Wait—were you Mary's daughter? Mary who worked in our East Wing estate kitchen ten years ago?"
"Yes," Clara answered softly, lifting her head to meet my gaze. "When she fell ill with kidney failure, your father’s foundation covered her entire medical treatment anonymously. She lived three more years because of your family. When I saw what Mr. Martin and Ms. Vanessa were plotting behind your back while you were recovering from the crash, helping you was the only way I could ever repay that debt."
I walked closer, my expression softening. "You didn't owe us anything, Clara. But you showed more loyalty than a woman I shared a bed with for three years, and a best friend I've known since childhood." I turned to Marcus, who stood quietly by the doorway. "Marcus, check the employment records. Is Clara still classified as temporary domestic staff?"
"No, sir," Marcus replied, tapping his tablet screen. "Her contract was up for permanent transition last month, but human resources delayed it due to departmental budget cuts."
"Fix that tonight," I ordered firmly. "Promote her to Chief Executive Administrative Liaison. Effective immediately, she oversees my private schedule and corporate correspondence. And double her salary."
Clara’s eyes widened in profound shock. "Sir—Mr. Vanguard—I can't accept that! I'm just a maid—"
"You're a woman of integrity, Clara, and right now, that is the rarest commodity in this building," I interrupted gently. "Besides, we have a corporate empire to reclaim, and I need someone I can actually trust sitting outside my office door."
May you like
Just then, my secure corporate phone buzzed loudly in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw an encrypted text message from our chief financial officer at Vanguard Industries: 'Sir, unauthorized wire transfers totaling forty million dollars were just blocked from Uncle Martin’s offshore accounts. The board is demanding an emergency session tomorrow morning at 8:00 AM.'
I looked up at Marcus and Clara, a cold, confident smile spreading across my face. The trap was fully set. Now it was time to crush them completely.
Related Stories