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."

into the back

thin wooden bars of the fragile

anger. "Mr. Robertson, your hand..." Eugene glanced at Otis's wrist, which was oozing blood, and cautiously

the surface, they came for him, but actually

military?" Eugene asked. “Impossible. I've been doing everything beyond their reach, and it's impossible for them to know

only just begun, so how could it possibly

knew about the funds. I didn't

fell to his knees with a

My life belongs to Mr. Robertson, and I will never betray Mr. Robertson!" He was scared half to death. Otis's methods, he knew them all too well, and if Otis wanted to get rid

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dismissively, "Get up. I didn't

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

“Bullshit.” Otis looked impatient.