Chapter 9 - THE PRICE OF FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS
Caleb called again.
This time, Naomi answered with her attorney present.
“Fifty thousand,” he said.
Naomi's hands shook.
“No.”
His voice hardened.
“You think Russo can save you?”
She looked at Rebecca.
Then answered.
“I don't need him to.”
Caleb laughed.
“You have no idea what your father did.”
Naomi went still.
“What?”
He hesitated.
Then said, “Ask Russo about the missing shipment.”
The call ended.
Rebecca looked at Naomi.
“We have enough to report another threat.”
Naomi nodded.
But her mind was elsewhere.
Her father.
The ledger.
The warehouse.
That night, she confronted Damian.
“Did my father steal something?”
Damian looked shocked.
“No.”
She stared.
“How can you be sure?”
He took a breath.
“Because your father tried to expose the people who did.”
Naomi felt the room tilt.
“What?”
Damian looked down.
“He contacted me shortly before he died.”
Her heart stopped.
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“And you never told me?”
His silence was answer enough.
