Part 15
An hour after the board meeting adjourned, I sat in the spacious corner office that used to belong to Patricia.
The room was opulent, filled with expensive modern art and sleek white leather furniture. It felt cold, calculated, and entirely fake—just like her.
Jenna walked in, carrying two cups of coffee.
She set one down on the desk in front of me and sat in the opposite chair, looking exhausted but relieved.
“Thanks for doing this, Jenna,” I said, taking a sip of the warm liquid. “I know it couldn't have been easy for you to help me expose your own family.”
Jenna shook her head, a sad smile on her face. “My mother and Julian never treated me like family, Myra. To them, I was just a public relations prop. A pretty face to show off at events to make them look like a perfect, happy family. When I found out what they were doing to Grandma Grace... I couldn't live with that secret.”
She reached into her bag and pulled out a small, encrypted hard drive, sliding it across the desk toward me.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“Julian’s personal backup,” Jenna whispered, leaning in closer. “He thought I was just a dumb kid who only cared about social media. He left his master laptop open in the study last week while he was packing for his trip to Europe. I copied his entire personal database.”
I picked up the small drive, feeling its weight in my hand.
“There’s a folder in there labeled 'Project Horizon',” Jenna continued, her voice dropping to a tense whisper. “It’s not corporate files, Myra. It contains the surveillance logs from ten years ago. The logs monitoring your mother’s movements the week of her accident.”
My heart stopped for a beat.
I looked at the drive, a wave of intense emotion washing over me.
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The puzzle pieces were finally falling into place, but the picture they formed was far more terrifying than I had ever imagined.
“They didn't just sever the brake lines, Myra,” Jenna said, tears welling up in her eyes. “They tracked her every move to make sure she was on the steep mountain pass when the brakes finally failed. It was entirely coordinated.”
