MAGNAR’S POV
I pulled the duplicate key from my pocket, the cold metal cool against my palm. It had taken weeks of careful planning to create this—weeks of watching my father, understanding his patterns, and staying out of his line of suspicion. And now, it was finally time to use it.
The lock clicked softly, and I slipped inside, closing the door behind me as quietly as possible. I paused, letting the silence settle around me, my heart pounding. This was it. My one chance to uncover the truth. I made sure to hide my scent first so I don’t leave anything behind. I even wore gloves so that I don’t leave fingerprints anywhere.
The office was exactly as I’d expected—meticulously organized, every surface gleaming. My father’s desk stood at the center, a symbol of his authority and c
