The storage facility loomed ahead, an old, nondescript building on the outskirts of the city. It was the kind of place no one noticed—perfect for hiding secrets.
Moris, Isabel, and Sarah stood at the entrance, the key Julian had left burning a hole in Moris' palm. The night air was thick with tension.
"You're sure this is the place?" Isabel asked, her eyes scanning their surroundings.
Sarah nodded. "Julian mentioned it once, back when he still trusted me. He called it his vault."
Moris exchanged a glance with Isabel before stepping forward. He inserted the key into the lock, turning it with a sharp click.
The metal door groaned as it swung open, revealing a dimly lit corridor lined with steel containers.
Isabel frowned. "What the hell is this?"
Moris didn't answer. His instincts screamed that whatever Julian wanted him to find was hidden in one of these containers.
Sarah hesitated at the entrance. "I'm not sure I want to see what's inside."
Moris shot her a look. "You wanted to prove you weren't working for Julian anymore? Then start proving it."
She swallowed hard but followed them in.
The Past Resurfaces
Rows of steel containers stretched into the darkness. Some were padlocked. Others were labeled with numbers.
Moris ran his fingers over one of the metal surfaces. "Whatever's here… it's important to Julian."
Isabel pointed to a box at the far end. "That one looks different."
Unlike the others, this container wasn't locked. Instead, a simple latch held it shut.
Moris exhaled and pulled it open.
Inside, there were stacks of old files, photographs, and a single black briefcase resting on top.
He grabbed the case first.
"What do you think is in there?" Sarah asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Moris clicked it open.
Inside, there were stacks of legal documents, financial records, and one manila folder marked with a single name—SINCLAIR.
His blood ran cold.
Isabel leaned in. "What is it?"
Moris flipped the folder open.
Inside were documents dating back decades—papers proving fraudulent transactions, offshore accounts, and deals that implicated his father in crimes Moris knew he hadn't committed.
Sarah inhaled sharply. "Oh my God… This is how Julian destroyed your family."
Moris' grip tightened around the papers. "He fabricated everything."
Isabel frowned. "If you take these to the authorities, you could clear your father's name."
Moris clenched his jaw. He had spent years fighting to rebuild what Julian had taken from him, but this… this was proof that his father had been an innocent man.
But why would Julian lead him to it now?
Then he saw it.
At the bottom of the pile was another file—this one newer.
Moris opened it and felt the breath leave his lungs.
Inside were documents, contracts, and photographs… all connected to him.
Julian hadn't just been watching him. He had been setting him up.
Sarah gasped. "He's planning to do to you what he did to your father."
Isabel's face darkened. "Then we stop him."
Moris' hands curled into fists. "No. We end him."
A slow clap echoed through the storage room.
They all spun around.
There, leaning against the doorway, stood Julian Roth.
Smirking.
"Well done, Moris. I see you found my little gift."
The Confrontation
Moris stepped forward, his fury barely contained. "This was your plan all along? To set me up like you did my father?"
Julian chuckled. "You make it sound so personal. It's just business, Moris. You were getting too powerful. I simply had to remind you who really controls this game."
Isabel narrowed her eyes. "You led us here on purpose."
Julian's smirk widened. "Of course. And now that you have this evidence, you have a choice."
Moris tensed. "What choice?"
Julian took a step closer, his voice calm, almost amused.
"You can take those files to the authorities, clear your father's name… but at the cost of your own empire. Because once you expose me, I'll make sure every investor, every business partner you have, walks away. You'll be left with nothing."
Moris' heart pounded.
Julian's eyes gleamed. "Or… you can walk away. Forget this ever happened. Keep your empire, your power, your life."
Sarah whispered, "He's bluffing."
Julian turned to her. "Am I?"
He pulled a phone from his pocket, pressed a button, and held it up.
A live news broadcast flickered on the screen. The headline made Moris' stomach drop.
"Sinclair Enterprises Under Criminal Investigation – Allegations of Fraud and Corruption."
Julian grinned. "I told you. I always win."
Moris' fists clenched.
He was trapped.
Isabel grabbed his hand. "Moris… whatever you choose, I'm with you."
Moris took a slow, steady breath.
Then he looked Julian straight in the eye.
And made his choice.