Trapped in my father's secret corporate bunker, I uncovered the 1944 letter that destroyed us both.
👉 Previous Choice: You decided to reject the money, enter the bunker one last time, and confront Arthur publicly.
“No,” I said into the phone, my voice steady despite the tremor in my hands. “Tell Arthur he can keep his blood money. This isn’t about my license. It’s about justice.”
Reynolds scoffed, then hung up. I immediately called Helen.
“They’re purging the bunker tonight,” I told her, relaying Clara’s warning. “I need to get back in. There must be records of what chemicals they’re using, the logs.”
Helen was silent for a moment. “Marcus Adler will be there. But there’s a rear service entrance. Maintenance tunnel, rarely used. I can unlock it remotely from my office terminal.”
“Thank you, Helen,” I said, a wave of gratitude washing over me.
Later that evening, under the cover of a moonless sky, I slipped back into the abandoned shipyard. The air was thick with the smell of damp earth and something acrid, chemical.
The service door, a small, unmarked portal, clicked open. I eased inside, the familiar chill of the bunker wrapping around me. Muffled voices and the clatter of equipment echoed from the lower levels. They were already at work. This was my last chance to secure the final piece of the puzzle: the chemical logs that would prove Arthur’s attempt to destroy evidence.
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