Chapter 17 - The Broken Safe
Two days later, Lucas was granted court-ordered access to the Buckhead estate to recover his late father’s personal effects before the asset auction liquidators took inventory. Naomi accompanied him, carrying a set of labeled storage boxes.
Walking through the cavernous, empty rooms felt like touring a mausoleum of greed. The crystal chandeliers still hung from the ceiling, but yellow repossession tags were already affixed to the baseboards and antique sideboards.
In the wood-paneled library on the second floor, Lucas knelt before his father’s old floor safe behind a false bookcase. He entered the combination—his father’s military service number—and the heavy steel door swung open with a dull groan.
Inside were dusty stock certificates, medals from his father’s Navy tours, and an old leather-bound journal. Tucked into the back of the journal was an unsealed manila envelope labeled in his father’s distinct, heavy cursive: *For Lucas, when the curtain falls.*
Lucas sat on the parquet floor, his back against the mahogany wall, and pulled out a stack of folded documents.
Naomi knelt beside him, watching his face transform from cautious curiosity to profound shock.
"What is it, Lucas?" she asked softly.
"It's a second codicil to my father’s will," Lucas whispered, his voice trembling slightly. "Drafted two weeks before he died in 2012. It was never submitted to probate."
"Why?"
"Because my father knew what Evelyn was," Lucas said, turning the pages with unsteady fingers. "He knew her vanity would eventually consume the estate. He left a contingency deed. The true primary asset of Sterling Holdings wasn't this mansion or the office tower. It was an undivided mineral and timber tract spanning twelve hundred acres along the Virginia border."
Naomi frowned. "Along the Virginia border? Where?"
Lucas looked up, his eyes wide with disbelief. "It borders your father’s land, Naomi. The entire eastern ridge of Roy’s farm. My father bought it thirty years ago under an anonymous shell company to protect the watershed. And according to this... Evelyn didn't just spend her own money. She attempted to sell this land off-market three weeks ago to satisfy her personal debts."
Naomi felt a cold pit open in her stomach. "She tried to sell the ridge behind my parents' farm?"
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"Not tried," Lucas said, reading the final paragraph of an attached contract. "She signed an option-to-buy agreement with an industrial quarry corporation. She took a two-million-dollar non-refundable deposit."
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