Chapter 6 - An Unexpected Witness
The following Tuesday, Julian received an unexpected visitor at his downtown architectural studio. His assistant buzzed his desk intercom with hesitant confusion: "Julian, there’s a woman named Teresa Ruiz here. She says she was the head banquet coordinator for the Sterling wedding. She insists she only needs five minutes."
Julian stood up from his drafting table and adjusted his cuffs. "Send her in."
Teresa Ruiz walked into the sunlit office with hurried, nervous steps. She was a woman in her late thirties, dressed in a sensible wool cardigan and slacks, holding a heavy envelope tightly against her chest. Her eyes darted around the spacious room before settling on Julian.
"Mr. Vance, thank you for seeing me," Teresa said, her voice shaking slightly. "I know this is unusual. I don't work for the Sterling family anymore. I handed in my resignation yesterday."
"Sit down, Teresa," Julian offered, gesturing to the leather armchairs near the window. "Can I get you water or coffee?"
"No, thank you. I can't stay long," she said, remaining standing. "I came because I couldn't sleep. The night of the wedding, after the projector played that clip... Mr. Marcus Sterling called the event staff into the kitchen. He offered every worker two thousand dollars in cash to sign non-disclosure agreements stating that your mother had provoked Clara physically first."
Julian’s eyes narrowed. "Did anyone sign?"
"Most of the temporary servers took it. They needed the money to pay rent, Mr. Vance," Teresa said, looking down with a mixture of guilt and sadness. "I didn't. And neither did Maria, the bridal suite maid."
Teresa placed the thick envelope on Julian’s mahogany desk.
"What is this?" Julian asked.
"Maria found Clara’s vanity kit left behind in the dressing room after everyone cleared out," Teresa explained. "Inside was a diary and three handwritten lists detailing assets, bank accounts, and notes about your mother’s house. Clara had drafted legal petitions to claim Evelyn’s property title as collateral for a commercial loan."
Julian picked up the envelope. The paper felt heavy, cold, and toxic in his hands.
"Why are you giving this to me?" Julian asked softly. "You could have stayed out of this entirely."
Teresa met his gaze with sudden firmness. "Because I have an eight-year-old daughter. When I saw that little girl of yours walk up to the microphone to protect her grandmother, I realized that letting powerful people crush decent families with lies is how the world rots. Your mother didn't deserve that cruelty, Mr. Vance."
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Julian extended his right hand. Teresa shook it firmly.
"Thank you, Teresa," Julian said with heartfelt sincerity. "You will never have to worry about finding employment in this city again. I'll personally ensure you have whatever references and support you need."
