Frank went completely white, his composure shattered by my sudden defiance. Martha appeared in the hallway, trembling as she gripped the doorframe for support.
“Mom, please look at me, did you know about this all along?” I asked, my heart breaking at the sight of her face.
She simply lowered her gaze, unable to meet my eyes, and that silence was worse than any verbal confession. Frank regained his control in a matter of seconds, his face hardening into a mask of cold arrogance.
“Look, Daniela, don’t you dare make a scene here, because nobody actually did anything to you yet,” he threatened. “We just need your signature on those documents to finalize the deal.”
“My signature, is that why you drugged me?” I spat back, feeling sick to my stomach.
“Don’t be so overly dramatic about it, we were going to compensate you generously for your cooperation,” Frank said with a dismissive wave. “Two million dollars, and you can just forget that this afternoon ever happened.”
I looked at Brian with tears streaming down my face. “Did you also want to buy my silence?” I asked him directly.
