The morning sky was still painted in pale shades of yellow when Sebastian walked outside a quiet cafe, overlooking the river. Unlike, their first meeting which was all of a sudden happened, this time he arrived early. Not because he doubt Evelyn's intention or distrust her but because his father had taught him that arriving first revealed details arriving on time never could.He chose a seat facing both the entrance and the street. The waiter filled his coffee cup as the steam curled upward from the cup. Sebastian left it untouched.His eyes wandered over the people outside instead.There were office workers hurried past , cyclists crossed the bridges, delivery vans running fast, children going to school. Nothing looked unusual still his habit made him notice everything. Ten minutes later, the cafe door opened and Evelyn finally showed up and walked inside.She wore a dark blue coat over a cream sweater, her hair tied loosely behind her head. She looked tired. But calmer than the frig

Sebastian's grip tightened around the phone. “A court order?” he repeated.“Yes.” Arthur Collins lowered his voice even further. “I've worked at Union Trust for almost twenty years. I've never seen anything handled this quickly.”Sebastian glanced around the nearly empty industrial road before starting walking. “Start from the beginning.”Arthur took a slow breath.“They arrived shortly after the bank opened.”“How many?” Sebastian asked, clenching his fist.“Three.” Arthur responded immediately.“Were they police?” Sebastian inquired further.“No.”Arthur answered.“Then lawyers?” Sebastian asked.“I... don't think so.”Arthur stuttered and hesitated before continuing further. *They wore business suits, the expensive ones. One of them carried legal documents while another never spoke a single word. He just stayed silent and watched everything.”Sebastian rubbed his forehead with his free hand. “What did the court order authorize?”“It wasn't permission to open the box.” Arthur responde

Sebastian left enough cash beneath his untouched coffee cup to cover the bill and stepped out of the cafe to follow Calvin secretly.He didn't head toward City Hall. Not yet. Following Calvin through the front entrance would accomplish nothing except announce his presence. And he didn't want Calvin to notice his presence there. Instead, he circled the block.The municipal building occupied an entire corner, with a public entrance in front and a service alley running behind it. Delivery vans unloaded boxes near a loading dock where maintenance workers pushed carts stacked with file boxes.Sebastian slowed his pace.He wasn't looking for Calvin anymore as he was looking for information.An old aged janitor walked through the rear door carrying two overflowing trash bags. He muttered to himself as one split open, scattering crumpled papers across the pavement.Sebastian instinctively stepped forward. “Let me help.”The old man sighed with relief. “Appreciate it.” The old man smiled at him.

The call ended before Sebastian could inquire further or ask any other questions. He kept the phone against his ear for another second before lowering it. There was no number flashed on his screen earlier when the anonymous person called him so he couldn't redialed it. There was no background noise beyond the faint hum of what sounded like an air-conditioning unit.He replayed the man's final sentence in his mind.You're watching the wrong bank.It wasn't a threat. It sounded more like... a correction.He resisted the urge to ignore the warning. Instead, he opened his father's notebook and wrote the sentence exactly as he'd heard it because he wanted to make sure he didn't miss anything. Then he drew a line beneath it.Question: If not Union Trust... then which bank?He stared at the page. Box 417 was stored at Union Trust. That much he knew. But the anonymous caller hadn't mentioned the box. Infact, he'd mentioned the bank.“Never assume the object of attention is the object of import

Sebastian read the email three times but each time, the words remained exactly the same.Bidder Registration Confirmed – Lot 19.His name.His copied signature.A registration he had never submitted. His grip on the phone tightened. For several seconds, he didn't move and stayed still in his place.Then he inhaled slowly and forced himself to think as he realized being panic solved nothing but facts did.He enlarged the attached registration form and discovered that every field was completed accurately. From his legal name, his current mailing address to even the mobile number he had purchased only days earlier.That meant only one thing that whoever had submitted the application hadn't guessed. They knew everything about him already.Sebastian's expression hardened, realizing that someone wasn't merely watching him anymore but that person had begun acting in his name.He immediately reached for the customer service number printed at the bottom of the email. After two rings, a cheerf