Chapter 22 - The Midnight Flight in ZurichThe air in Zurich was crisp, biting with the chill of late autumn, but inside the private vault of the Swiss national bank, the atmosphere was thick with suffocating silence.
The bank manager, an elderly man with immaculate silver hair and white gloves, inserted Julian’s digital cryptographic key into the master console. Roberto stepped forward, sliding the heavy brass key Elena had left behind into the secondary slot.
Click.
The mechanism disengaged with a deep, echoing thud. The heavy steel door of Box 404 swung open smoothly.
Inside sat a single, dust-free leather folder, a modern USB flash drive, and a handwritten letter sealed in an envelope bearing the crest of the Sterling family.
Roberto's hands shook slightly as he reached out and picked up the letter. He broke the wax seal, unfolded the heavy parchment, and began to read aloud under the dim vault light:
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"Roberto, if you are reading this, it means the truth has finally found its way to you. Julian Thorne and Viktor Vance did not just want my father’s fortune—they wanted to erase our family line entirely. But there is something you must know about the night of the crash. I didn't lose control of the car by accident. The brakes were cut. And I survived long enough to leave a record of every single person who signed my death warrant."
Roberto’s vision blurred. The room seemed to tilt on its axis. He gripped the edge of the metal table to steady himself, the weight of the past crashing down like a tidal wave.
