I came to work the next morning with a fresh sense of resolve. It felt like armor to know that I had something to shield me from Uncle Richard's cunning. I had an advantage thanks to Amelia's assistance and the secret materials. I was prepared to handle whatever Uncle Richard threw at me.
There were still the murmurs I'd picked up on the day before, but I dismissed them. I figured I'd let them talk. Nothing was going to stop me from concentrating on the things that were more important to me.
Amelia texted me when I was reviewing some reports in my office, saying, "Meet me in the archives at noon." You should see more of this.
A beat skipped in my chest. I pondered if there might be more damning evidence concerning Uncle Richard and what else Amelia could have discovered. I said, "I'll be there," and with a buzz of interest in my head, I eagerly went through my morning duties for the next hour.
