Chapter 7: The Signature of the Dead Man
The name at the bottom of the letter made my hands go cold.
Not because I recognized it.
Because I didn’t.
And that was impossible.
My father had spent his entire life surrounded by people I knew.
Business partners.
Friends.
Employees.
Family.
Everyone who mattered had a name.
But this name was someone I had never heard of.
*Alexander Reed.*
I stared at the signature.
The ballroom noise faded into the background.
“Who is Alexander Reed?””
Nobody answered.
That was when I knew the name mattered.
Caldwell looked at Thaddius.
“You know him?””
The chairman’s expression changed.
Not fear.
Something worse.
Recognition.
“I knew of him.””
Victoria immediately looked toward Thaddius.
“You said nothing.””
Thaddius ignored her.
I stepped closer.
“Who was he?””
The chairman looked at the letter.
Then at me.
“Alexander Reed was your father’s closest advisor.””
My heart skipped.
“Advisor?””
“Yes.””
“Then why have I never heard his name?””
A painful silence followed.
Thaddius took a breath.
“Because after your father died, Alexander disappeared.””
“Disappeared?””
“He was blamed for the financial collapse.””
I looked down at the letter again.
“But if he was blamed, why would he send this?””
Thaddius didn’t answer immediately.
And that worried me more than anything.
Caldwell stepped forward.
“Wait.””
Everyone looked at him.
“My father told me Alexander Reed stole from the company.””
There it was.
Another version of the truth.
Another story passed down like a family inheritance.
I looked at Caldwell.
“And you believed him?””
His face tightened.
“I had no reason not to.””
I almost smiled.
“Exactly.””
The words hit him.
Because that was the pattern.
Everyone believed.
Nobody questioned.
Nobody looked deeper.
Until now.
Thaddius motioned toward the legal advisor.
“Bring the archive file.””
The advisor opened a second folder.
Inside were old photographs.
Contracts.
Newspaper articles.
And one picture that made me stop breathing.
My father.
Standing beside Alexander Reed.
They were smiling.
Not like business partners.
Like brothers.
I touched the photograph.
“My father trusted him.””
“Yes,” Thaddius said.
“More than anyone.””
“Then why was he blamed?””
Thaddius looked toward Victoria.
That was enough.
I turned.
Victoria’s expression was unreadable.
“You know.””
She looked at me.
“Some things are more complicated than you understand.””
I laughed softly.
“Is that what you told yourself for twelve years?””
Her eyes hardened.
“You think finding a few papers means you understand everything?””
“No.””
I held up the letter.
“But I understand enough to know someone lied.””
Caldwell moved between us.
“Mother.””
Victoria looked at him.
“I did what I had to do.””
His face changed.
The same sentence.
The same excuse.
The same thing everyone said when they wanted forgiveness without responsibility.
Caldwell shook his head.
“You knew?””
She looked away.
“I knew Richard was taking risks.””
“Risks?””
His voice rose.
“He destroyed people.””
Victoria’s jaw tightened.
“And what have you done tonight?””
The question silenced him.
Because she was right about one thing.
Caldwell had spent years becoming the man he once claimed he would never be.
Thaddius closed the archive file.
“There is another issue.””
I looked at him.
“What?””
“Alexander Reed did not disappear after your father’s death.””
The room went still.
“What do you mean?””
Thaddius looked at the letter.
“This message was delivered three days ago.””
My stomach dropped.
“Three days?””
“Yes.””
“But the signature…”
“Is genuine.””
I stared at him.
“That’s impossible.””
“No.””
Thaddius lowered his voice.
“What is impossible is what we were told.””
The ballroom doors opened.
A corporate security officer walked in quickly.
He approached Thaddius and whispered something.
The chairman’s expression changed.
“What happened?””
The officer glanced at me.
Then spoke carefully.
“Someone accessed the old Vance archives tonight.””
My blood ran cold.
“Who?””
The officer hesitated.
“We don’t know.””
Thaddius looked at the security footage.
Then his face turned serious.
“He wasn’t trying to steal documents.””
I frowned.
“What was he doing?””
The officer handed him a printed image.
Thaddius looked at it.
Then gave it to me.
The picture showed the archive room.
A man standing inside.
His face hidden in shadow.
But I could see one thing.
The scar across his hand.
A scar I remembered from childhood.
A scar belonging to only one person.
My fingers trembled.
Because twelve years ago, I watched that man’s funeral.
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And now…
he had just walked back into my life.
