Jenny's POV:
The plan had been set in motion for weeks. Every detail meticulously calculated, every loose end tied, every witness positioned exactly where I wanted them to be.
I’d done the groundwork. Over the last few days, I have slowly transferred more funds from the company’s account into secret offshore banks. I’d done it piece by piece—nothing too drastic, nothing too obvious. Just a slow and quiet bleed. By the time they figure it out, I’d be long gone. Jenny Thorpe would cease to exist. And I knew just the person who could make that happen, someone who specialized in making people “disappear.”
Today was the final act of my disappearing tactic. I sat in my office, scanning the investment contracts one last time. Mr. Bernard’s signature was bold and definitive at the bottom of the
