66 the art of deception 1

**TRACY SCOTT**

Twenty four hours. Time seemed to go slow and fast at the same time.. time. It was excruciatingly slow when I waited by my bed for any news of Antony, his whereabouts, his safety, and mine since it seemed linked up to this point. I watched the clock and with each tick crying inside for what had befallen him. Nothing came. No one said a Goddamn word about it.

Then suddenly, the news of the fire arrived. In over a decade, there hadn't been any news about the company, bad that is. There had been plenty. Aside from staff coming in and leaving, there wasn't any newsworthy thing to note that might ruin the company's reputation, my dad kept it off-limits. He ensured the company, my legacy was protected at all costs. Which brings a very suspicious fire. I had no doubt "it" was involved somehow. What was the purpose? Destroy the entire company? Antony wouldn't let that happen no matter what, even if it meant hurting himself. I cringed at the thought, but the sad truth. Did he