Chapter 3 - THE PAPER HE NEEDED HER TO SIGN
Friday was exactly five days away.
Elena understood now.
Julian needed one more signature.
Not forged this time.
Real.
Why?
Because the lender had flagged inconsistencies in the original guarantee.
They wanted reaffirmation.
Julian needed Elena to sign a “business restructuring package.”
He had probably planned to bury the guarantee inside it.
Monica smiled when she saw the email.
“This is useful.”
“How?”
“He still needs you.”
For the first time, Elena felt the balance shift.
Not because she wanted games.
Because leverage gave her time.
The next evening Julian came home carrying flowers.
Elena almost laughed.
“Peace offering?”
“For what?”
He pretended confusion.
“The hair.”
“Oh.”
He smiled.
“You were dramatic.”
Vanessa had not come home with him.
Interesting.
Then Julian placed a thick envelope on the kitchen counter.
“There are some tax documents I need you to sign.”
Elena looked at it.
Of course.
“What tax documents?”
“Routine.”
“I’ll have my CPA review them.”
His face changed.
Tiny.
“You don’t need that.”
“I own three salons.”
“It’s basic paperwork.”
“Then review should be easy.”
He stared at her.
She smiled.
“Leave them.”
He did not.
Instead:
“I need them tomorrow.”
“Why?”
“Deadline.”
“What deadline?”
His temper flickered.
“Elena, why are you making this difficult?”
There.
The old method.
Make questions feel unreasonable.
She picked up her wineglass.
“Because I sign documents after reading them.”
Julian laughed sharply.
“Since when?”
Silence.
He realized too late.
Elena set the glass down.
“Since always.”
His eyes narrowed.
Then:
“You’re acting strange.”
“You cut my hair.”
“It was a joke.”
“No.”
She looked directly at him.
“It was a message.”
His jaw tightened.
“What message?”
“That you believed you could touch me, humiliate me, and still expect my signature forty-eight hours later.”
He went pale.
Not enough to confess.
Enough to fear.
Then he changed strategy.
“Vanessa was drunk.”
“You had the scissors.”
“Elena—”
“I said five days.”
He stared.
“What happens Friday?”
She smiled.
“You’ll find out.”
That night, Julian called someone from his study.
Elena did not eavesdrop personally.
Her existing home system recorded only common areas.
But when he came out, Vanessa called his cell.
Speaker accidentally engaged for three seconds before he corrected it.
Enough.
Vanessa’s voice:
“If she refuses, use the business-access authorization.”
Julian:
“That only works if we still control the Wells account.”
Elena froze upstairs.
Wells account?
Her salons banked with Texas Commerce.
Not Wells.
The next morning Monica discovered:
A fourth account.
Opened in Elena’s holding company name.
Wells National Bank.
Balance:
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$312,000.
Elena had never known it existed.
