You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

The charity commission.

Mr. Clark's office.

Otis, wearing a black suit, sat on the solid wood carved sofa in the office with a stony face. He did not want to be overly conspicuous, so he did not wear a military uniform today.

Eugene stood next to him cautiously, watching Otis's face from time to time and trembling.

Otis stared coldly at the painting in front of him, and the open safe behind the painting.

He knew Mr. Clark hid the cash and gold bars in the safe.

He also knew the password, and his fingerprints were recorded, so he could open the safe at any time.

In the safe, more than half of the money was his.

"Damn."

fist into the

the fragile sofa were immediately broken by

bruised, and his face was burning with anger. "Mr. Robertson, your hand..." Eugene

him, but actually they came for me. How

military?" Eugene asked. “Impossible. I've been doing everything beyond their reach, and it's impossible for them to know about what I did. Besides, no one even knows about it." Otis’ face was gloomy and his long

begun, so how could

the funds. I didn't tell anyone. Unless ..." Otis

and he fell to his

He was scared half to death. Otis's methods, he knew them all too well, and if Otis wanted

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up. I didn't say it was

There had to be someone else. Eugene got up from the ground and analyzed, "Mr. Robertson, no one else knows about this. If Mr. Clark had not died, it could be that Mr. Clark might want to swallow the huge sum of money himself. But now Mr. Clark is dead, and it was perhaps a heart attack. That

“Bullshit.” Otis looked impatient.