Chapter 387
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Chapter 387:
She stood, gathering her files. As she reached for her coffee cup, she glanced instinctively toward her neck — a subconscious habit formed by the weight of the historic jewel. Her collarbones were completely bare.
A sharp memory pierced through her exhaustion. She remembered removing the necklace to prevent it from snagging on her blazer right before the meeting.
Jocelyn’s brow furrowed. A cold, unsettling feeling settled over her chest.
She dropped her files and walked quickly toward the door.
Jocelyn pushed open the heavy walnut doors of her penthouse office. Her high heels clicked rapidly against the hardwood floor.
She did not glance at her desk. She walked straight into the private washbasin.
She stopped in front of the marble counter. Her eyes scanned the smooth, clean surface.
The velvet box where she had left the necklace was completely empty.
Jocelyn’s heart stopped for a fraction of a second. A cold sweat broke out across the back of her neck.
She dropped immediately to her knees, pulled open the wooden drawers beneath the sink, and pushed aside spare towels and luxury soaps with frantic hands. She knew it was pointless — she had left it on the counter, not in a drawer.
Nothing.
𝖬𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗈𝗇
She stood up. Her breathing was shallow and fast.
She walked back to her desk and slammed her hand down on the intercom button.
“Get in here. Now,” Jocelyn ordered.
Less than ten seconds later, her executive assistant rushed into the office, looking terrified.
“Who has been inside this room in the last hour?” Jocelyn asked. Her voice was completely devoid of emotion — the terrifying, surgical tone she used right before firing someone.
The assistant swallowed hard, her eyes darting around the room.
“Just me, Ms. Wolfe,” the assistant said quickly. “I came in to drop off the new vendor contracts. But when I walked in, Victoria Stein was walking out of your private bathroom p>
The air in the office instantly dropped ten degrees.
Jocelyn’s eyes narrowed into dark, lethal slits. The muscles in her jaw ticked.
“Bring Lily from the front desk up here immediately,” Jocelyn commanded. “And pull the high-definition security footage for the VIP elevator and this hallway p>
Two minutes later, Lily walked into the office trembling so violently she looked as though she might faint.
Jocelyn did not raise her voice. She leaned back in her chair and regarded the young receptionist with absolute, crushing authority.
“Tell me exactly how Victoria Stein got up here,” Jocelyn said softly.
Lily burst into tears. She recounted every detail, explaining through her sobs how Victoria had weaponized the Stein family name to threaten her job.
Jocelyn raised one hand, silencing her. She dismissed Lily with a sharp nod.
She turned her attention to the large monitor on her desk. The IT department had already sent the security footage.
She watched the screen. Victoria walked out of the office, and for a brief second, her hand pressed firmly against her designer purse — a protective, secretive gesture.
Jocelyn’s stomach turned with pure disgust.