I enter the surveillance room, then sit down facing the cameras.I enter the house's security code, my phone begins to vibrate and I pick it up.
- Mr. Braham, I'm sorry to bother you while you're on vacation, but we're having a problem with the files you've entrusted to us.
- What's the problem?" I ask curtly.
It remains silent for a few seconds.
- New evidence has been submitted to the judge concerning Mr. Joy's trial.
- Mr. Joy demands an interview with you and no one else," I tried to reason with him. But he arrived at the office pretty upset.
Damn it, I was going to have to leave the house and leave her unguarded. I breathe loudly into the phone.
- Ask him to wait in my office. I'll be there in 30 minutes.
- Yes sir, please wait...I had just hung up without listening to the end of his sentence.
I got up and went back into the bedroom, where she was lying on the bed asleep, her forehead sweaty.
Touching it, it was hot, she had a high fever, but I was going to see her go and leave her in this state.
I lift her up and take her to the dressing room, where I lay her on the bed. I'd changed the sheets beforehand after the punishment I'd given her.
I put a cold towel still soaked with water on her forehead, then left the room, locking the door behind me. I had to secure the house after I left.
I absolutely couldn't let her go out while I was away, but in her condition she wouldn't get very far.
I changed into a suit and looked at the cameras again, she was still in the position I'd left her in.
I activated the security system, which linked everything to a bomb.
All she had to do was try to open the front door, even just a little. Everything would explode.It was radical, but I had to be careful.
I had 15 minutes to get out.
I head for the underground garage, then get into my car, open the doors and drive off at speed, the security system engaging after I'm out.
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