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I took the papers and pen in my lap and gave each of them a questioning look. “What’s this?”
Dayana maintained the same icy exterior that was hard to decipher. She was very similar to her cold-hearted brother.
She smiled in a fake candor. “It’s nothing for you to worry about. Sign the papers.”
I leafed through the pages, scanning the contents of the documents. As each letter, each sentence starting sinking in, my blood boiled like a volcano.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!”
They looked at me like I was the crazy one.
“Just sign the goddamn papers, Millicent. We haven’t got all night.”
“These papers are a testament that I have somehow laundered money from Montgomery Enterprises and used the company assets for personal gain. What kind of sick game is this? You know as well as I do that I do not have such authority!”
“You and I know it, but the people in the company don’t.” Devin pointed out.
Dayana was busy inspecting her new manicure.
“You’re framing me for something that I haven’t done!” I said and then turned to Anthony, “Why are you letting this happen?”
“I work for Mr. Montgomery, ma’am. I have his orders.”
“And he’s four million dollars richer.” Devin smiled, “Now, I’m a busy man, sign the papers, Millie.”
“I won’t,” I said, standing up and walking towards the exit.
Dayana jumped up and locked the door before grabbing me and forcing me into a chair.
I struggled to be free, but the siblings were towering over me. Devin placed the papers and the pen on the table.
His emerald eyes leveled with mine. “I’ll give you two choices. Sign the papers or die.”
“I choose death,” I said, looking him straight in the eye.
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Devin smirked at my answer.
He leaned in and whispered into my ear, “You’ll beg for death.”
They forced me into a chair and slammed the papers on the table.
“Sign.” He commanded.
“I won’t. No matter what you threaten me with. I won’t sign it. You can kill me.”
“Very well, you’ve made your decision,” Devin said as a ghost of a smile spread across his lips. He raised his hand out towards the maid standing to his right. “The tool, please, Penelope.”
From the corner of my eye, I noticed a trolley with a stainless steel plate and torture tools laid out on it; it glimmered under the crystal chandelier lights. As if Penelope was an assistant surgeon in a critical surgery, she handed Devin a plier.
I stiffened.
Don’t let them see you’re scared, Millie. They will feed off your fear. They want you to grovel and beg for mercy.
Don’t give them the satisfaction!
I kept a straight face, numb to what was about to happen to me.