You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

After getting enough sleep, he went to his office at the charity commission.

It had become quite a habit of his to go to the office every day and have a good look at his "wealth".

Just a look at it was enough to make him feel energetic the whole day. Today, he entered the office as usual, closed the door and closed all the automatic curtains.

He made sure no one could ever see him from the outside.

He rubbed his hands and excitedly took down the oil painting on the wall.

When he looked at the safe behind the painting, he was almost drooling.

He skillfully pressed his fingerprint, entered the code, and with a click, he opened the safe.

He froze.

Unexpectedly, it was empty.

He thought perhaps he was just not completely awake yet, so he rubbed his eyes.

He looked again and still there was nothing.

heart was about to explode and hurriedly reached

hard stainless steel, and the coldness constantly reminded him that it was

His mind went blank.

first thing that came to his mind was that he

that he had a vault,

of his pocket. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the

called Otis's private

number, his fingers kept trembling, and he just could

he could only barely control the fierce trembling of his fingers, and finally made the

a

finally picked up the phone, and he sounded slightly impatient.

stammered, "Could you please come

irritably. "Oh, God!" Mr. Clark's eyes widened, and the beating of his heart had become so violent that

wrong?" Otis noticed his unusual

... vault ... my

Clark had not been able to say a full sentence at all. His body kept

money? Can you even say it properly.” Otis seemed

his hand and fell to the ground with a "pop" and the screen was instantly