Chapter 321

Chapter 321:
Her colleague caught her eye and asked if she wanted a drink as well.
“Yeah, thanks,” Lynda responded, grabbing her own cup and joining him in the break room.
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as they strolled together, conversation drifting as easily as the steam rising from their mugs.
“So, is your case almost done?” the colleague asked, tilting his head curiously.
“It’s getting there,” Lynda replied, her voice a touch strained as she massaged her temple. “Pulling together witness statements, tracking down paperwork—it all adds up. Millie’s background is… let’s just say, it’s not straightforward. We talked to her mom, made a trip to question her stepdad in prison, reached out to everyone tied to the Bennett family, and checked in with her friends, Alexia and Giffard. Even different Watson Group departments had to weigh in. We hauled Vivian in for questioning more than once, pored over the crime scene, canvassed the area where the suspect vanished, and picked through every scrap of surveillance footage for gaps.”
The sheer weight of the workload made her temples throb. She exhaled, letting her exhaustion show.
“That’s a hell of a lot to cover,” the colleague remarked, shaking his head in sympathy.
Lynda took a long sip of water, letting the coolness settle her nerves. “That’s just what I can recall right now. There’s more, of course—mostly endless paperwork and the grunt work no one sees. The travel eats up hours, too. But we’re nearly at the finish line. If things don’t go sideways, we’ll be able to bring Brandon in for questioning tomorrow, maybe the day after.”
The colleague nodded in understanding, and together they headed back to their cluttered desks, water cups in hand.
“So, who’s looking like our prime suspect these days?” he asked, trying to sound casual.
Lynda’s sharp gaze snapped to his face, making him instantly rethink the question and turn his attention elsewhere.
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Settling into her chair, Lynda quietly gathered her belongings.
She felt the exhaustion in her bones—a dull ache from too many late nights and not nearly enough hands on deck.
Dawn crept in, chasing the remnants of night from the city. As sunlight spilled across the skyline, the streets gradually filled with life.
Millie slipped into her morning routine, bundling Ari off to school before making her way to Evans Entertainment, her mind already fixed on the final round of the competition.
For once, she never let her phone leave her grip, glancing at the screen between every task.
If the day unfolded without trouble, she and Brandon would finally and officially end everything. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on ~net
So far, Brandon hadn’t called or texted. The quiet brought both relief and unease.
“Let it stay peaceful. Just let midnight come and go, and this chapter will finally be behind me,” she whispered, clutching her phone a little tighter.
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