“Peter,” she said. “Bring the notary tonight. I do not want to wait until morning. Once the papers are signed, everything becomes ours.”
On the other end, Peter Walsh laughed. He was Gregory’s former business associate, a man with slick hair and greed carved deep into his bones.
“I will be there in thirty minutes,” he replied. “Congratulations, my dear. You chose the right moment to act.”
The rain intensified as a black sedan arrived at the gates. Peter entered with a nervous notary whose briefcase rattled with legal documents. They moved upstairs without hesitation, as if they had rehearsed this scene many times in secret.
Peter stepped into the bedroom, grinning.
“Old friend,” he said, leaning over Gregory. “You always said trust was everything in business. Looks like you forgot to choose wisely.”
Gregory let out a weak sound, part of the performance.
“Peter,” he murmured. “I thought we were partners.”
Peter laughed. “Partnership ends where opportunity begins.”
Bianca stood beside him, placing the documents across Gregory’s chest.
“Sign,” she said, guiding a pen toward his hand. “Once you do, the pain ends.”
Gregory let his hand remain limp.
“I cannot hold it,” he whispered.