PART 1
The rain had just started when the woman arrived.
Most people entering the building wore expensive suits.
Luxury watches.
Designer handbags.
She wore none of those things.
Her coat looked old.
Her shoes were worn.
And in her hand was a single brass key.
The doorman blocked her path.
“I’m sorry, residents only.”
The woman nodded.
“I understand.”
But she didn’t leave.
Instead, she looked up at the tower.
As if remembering something.
The doorman crossed his arms.
“Can I help you with something?”
The woman slowly lifted the key.
“I need access to apartment 47B.”
The doorman frowned.
“That apartment has been empty for years.”
The woman stared at the key.
“No.”
Her voice barely above a whisper.
“It hasn’t.”
The doorman was about to call security when he noticed the key.
His face changed immediately.
Because engraved into the metal was a symbol he recognized.
The original owner’s family crest.
A symbol that hadn’t been seen in the building for almost twenty years.
The woman looked at him calmly.
Then said something that made his blood run cold.
“My father built this tower.”
PART 2 IN COMMENTS 👇👇👇
PART 2
The guard stared at the screen.
Then looked back at the woman.
Then at the screen again.
There had to be a mistake.
But there wasn’t.
The ownership records were clear.
The woman standing in front of him owned the entire building.
Every apartment.
Every penthouse.
Every square foot.
His face turned pale.
“I… I’m sorry, ma’am.”
The residents nearby immediately became interested.
Moments earlier, they had barely noticed her.
Now they couldn’t stop staring.
The woman simply smiled.
“It’s alright.”
The guard quickly stepped aside.
But before she entered, something caught her attention.
A maintenance worker was sitting alone near the service entrance.
An elderly man.
Thin.
Exhausted.
Holding a cardboard box.
The woman stopped.
“What’s happening?”
The guard hesitated.
Then answered quietly.
“He’s being removed from the property.”
The old man lowered his eyes.
“My apartment was sold.”
The woman’s expression changed.
“Which apartment?”
The guard checked his tablet.
“47B.”
The woman froze.
Because 47B wasn’t supposed to exist on any sales list.
It was the apartment her father had left untouched for twenty-two years.
The apartment nobody was ever allowed to buy.
The woman slowly turned toward the old man.
Then noticed something sticking out of his box.
An old photograph.
Its edges were faded with age.
And in the picture…
stood her father.
Smiling beside the maintenance worker.
The woman picked up the photo.
Her hands began to shake.
Because written on the back were six words:
“If anything happens, trust Arthur.”
The old man looked at her.
Tears filling his eyes.
Then he whispered:
“Your father knew they would come back.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
