Chapter 15 - The Unseen Mastermind
Inside the cardboard box lay a silver encrypted drive.
Beside the drive rested a single old photograph document.
I picked up the photograph with careful, trembling fingers.
The image showed an old medical research facility building.
A compound located deep inside a remote forest mountain.
Standing in front of the building was a man.
A man wearing an immaculate, expensive dark tailored suit.
He held two newborn twin baby girls in arms.
My blood ran completely ice cold in a single second.
The man in the photo was our biological father.
The father we believed died seven years ago today.
Our biological father hadn't died in a crash.
He was alive and standing outside the secret facility.
I flipped the photograph over to read back text:
"Hello, my brave twin daughters Emma and Lily."
"Grant and Sarah were executing my instructions all along."
"I created the trust fund to test your strength."
"You both passed the test, my brilliant girls."
"Now it is time for you to take over."
"I am waiting for you at mountain facility."
Pure, paralyzing, freezing terror flooded my entire body.
Our own biological father was the ultimate global mastermind.
Grant and Sarah were merely paid custodians who raised us.
The entire physical abuse was a calculated psychological test.
A test to see if we were strong enough.
Lily dropped her tea cup onto the wooden deck.
The ceramic cup shattered into pieces on floor tiles.
"Emma... our father is alive?" Lily whispered terrified.
The live satellite video feed on flash drive opened.
It showed a live camera view pointing at porch.
It showed Lily and me sitting at table.
Whoever sent the box was watching us right now.
My heart pounded violently against my aching chest ribs.
A slow, heavy floorboard creaked on porch outside.
Footsteps approached our heavy front oak entrance door fast.
The electronic deadbolt lock chimed with a soft.
The keycard reader flashed green on door frame.
Whoever was outside held a master digital keycard.
The heavy oak front door swung open slowly inside.
A tall man stepped into the dimly lit hallway.
He wore an immaculate, expensive dark tailored silk suit.
His silver hair was styled neatly, his eyes cold.
His facial features matched the photo down to line.
It was our biological father, standing right before us.
He looked at our terrified faces and smiled warmly.
A chilling, terrifying smile of pure paternal pride.
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"Lower your hands, my sweet daughters," he whispered.
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