I thought about Amanda’s celebration emoji, Derek’s smug manipulation, and my parents’ disappointed faces when they accused me of stealing. “I’ve been ready since the moment Derek decided to target my family.”
Within an hour, I would begin the most important performance of my life.
Derek thought he’d destroyed my relationship with my family and eliminated me as a threat. He was about to learn that sometimes the most dangerous opponent is the one who has nothing left to lose. At 2:00 that afternoon, I stood outside my parents house wearing a wire and trying to summon the courage to walk into Dererick’s trap voluntarily.
Tom had fitted me with recording devices so small I couldn’t even feel them, and Marcus was positioned three blocks away with backup equipment. Federal agents were monitoring everything from a van disguised as a cable repair truck. I’d spent the morning practicing my role: the defeated daughter who’d finally accepted that Derek was right about her mental state.
It went against every instinct I had. But I knew this was the only way to get Derek to reveal his true plans. Dererick’s rental car was in the driveway alongside Amanda’s sedan, which meant they were both inside with my parents.
I took a shaky breath and knocked on the door. Mom answered, looking surprised and worried. “Barl, sweetie, what are you doing here?”
“Mom, I need help.”
I let my voice break and forced tears to well up in my eyes.
“I think Derek was right about me. I think I’m having a breakdown and I don’t know what’s real anymore.”
She immediately pulled me inside, calling for Dad and Amanda. Within seconds, the whole family was gathered in the living room, with Derek rising from his chair with practiced concern.
“Barl, thank God you’re here,” Derek said smoothly. “We’ve all been so worried about you since yesterday.”
Dad looked confused and agitated, more so than usual. He seemed to be having trouble following the conversation, his eyes unfocused and his hands shaking slightly.
“I’m sorry for everything I said yesterday,” I continued, playing my role. “I’ve been thinking all night and I realized that maybe I have been stealing money without remembering it. Maybe the stress made me do things and then block them out.”
Amanda moved closer to Derek, her face showing a mixture of pity and satisfaction.
“Barl, we just want you to get better. Derek thinks you should see someone professional.”
“Derek, would you help me understand what I’ve done wrong? I trust your judgment about business matters.”
Dererick’s eyes lit up with predatory satisfaction.
He thought I was completely broken and surrendering to his authority. “Of course, Barl. The first step is acknowledging that your perception of events has been distorted by stress and exhaustion.”
As Derek launched into his carefully crafted explanation of my supposed crimes, I noticed Dad seemed increasingly confused.
He kept rubbing his temples and asking Amanda to repeat things she just said. “Dad, are you feeling okay?” I asked. “Just a little foggy,” Dad mumbled.
“Derek says it’s normal stress from dealing with the business problems.”
A chill ran down my spine. Dad’s symptoms looked like more than stress. They looked like someone was drugging him.
Derek quickly redirected the conversation. “Frank’s been having some anxiety about the financial situation, so I’ve been making him herbal tea that helps with stress management.”
Herbal tea. I glanced toward the kitchen and saw dad’s favorite coffee mug sitting on the counter half empty.
Derek had been medicating my father to make him more compliant and confused. “Derek, that’s so thoughtful of you to take care of dad,” I said, playing along while my anger boiled. “Maybe you could show me how you prepare the tea so I can help, too.”
“Actually, Barl, I think it’s better if I handle Dad’s medication routine.
You’re not in the right headsp space to take on additional responsibilities right now.”
Amanda nodded earnestly. “Dererick’s been so helpful with everything. He even helped Dad organize his important papers yesterday.”
My heart rate spiked.
“What kind of important papers?”
Dererick’s smile became slightly strained. “Just some financial documents that needed to be updated. Nothing for you to worry about in your current state.”
I knew I needed to push harder to get Derek to reveal his plans, even if it meant making him suspicious.
“Derek, I want to make up for the money I stole. Could you help me understand exactly how much I took so I can figure out how to pay it back?”
“Barl, you don’t need to worry about that right now. The most important thing is getting you the help you need.”
“But I feel so guilty.
Please just tell me what I did so I can start fixing it.”
Derek glanced at Amanda, and I could see him calculating how much to reveal. “Well, if it will help you accept responsibility, the total amount of unauthorized transfers was approximately $400,000.”
$400,000. That was more than Tom had estimated, which meant Derek was planning to steal even more money and blame me for all of it.
“How could I have taken so much without remembering?” I asked, genuinely horrified at the scope of Derek’s frame job. “Memory loss is common with stressinduced psychological breaks,” Derek explained with false sympathy. “The good news is that with proper treatment and family support, you can recover from this.”
My phone buzzed with a text from Marcus: in position calling Derek now with investment opportunity.
Right on quue, Derek’s phone rang. He glanced at the screen and frowned. “I’m sorry.
This is a business call I need to take. It’ll just be a few minutes.”
Derek stepped onto the front porch to take the call, speaking in hush tones. Through the window, I could see him pacing and gesturing excitedly.
Amanda sat down next to me. “Barl, I know this is hard to hear, but Dererick’s been amazing through all of this. He could have just walked away when he discovered the financial problems, but he’s committed to helping our family recover.”
“You really trust him completely?”
“Absolutely.
Dererick loves me and he loves our family. He’s sacrificing his own career opportunities to help us get through this crisis.”
I wanted to shake her and tell her the truth, but I had to maintain my cover until Dererick incriminated himself completely. Derek came back inside, his face flushed with excitement.
“Sorry about that. A potential business partner wants to meet tonight about a time-sensitive investment opportunity.”
“That sounds wonderful,” Mom said. “Is this related to helping our family business?”
“Potentially.
This investor is interested in acquiring distressed family businesses and restructuring them for profitability. If tonight’s meeting goes well, it could solve all our financial problems.”
Derek was talking about selling our family business to his criminal associates as if it were a legitimate transaction. “Derek, you’re so smart about business,” I said, maintaining my submissive act.
“Do you think this investor would be interested in H Heartwell and Sons, even with all the problems I caused?”
Derek’s eyes gleamed. “Actually, situations like ours are exactly what these investors look for. Family businesses with good underlying assets, but temporary management problems can be very profitable after restructuring.”
“What kind of restructuring?”
“Usually they replace the existing management entirely, streamline operations, and optimize asset utilization.
The original family typically receives a cash settlement and moves on to other opportunities.”
Amanda looked confused. “Wait, does that mean we’d sell the business completely?”
Derek backtracked quickly. “Not sell exactly, more like a partnership where professional managers handle operations while the family benefits from improved profitability.”
But I could see the truth in his expression.
Derek was planning to sell our business to his criminal network, probably for far less than it was worth, and keep most of the money for himself. My phone buzzed again. This time it was Tom.
Derek just confirmed meeting location. We have enough evidence. Get out safely.
But before I could make an excuse to leave, Dererick’s phone rang again. This time, instead of stepping outside, he answered it right in front of us. “What do you mean she’s been asking questions?” Dererick’s voice was sharp with sudden alarm.
“Are you sure it was the same barrel heartwell?”
My blood turned to ice as Dererick’s eyes locked onto mine with cold calculation. “I have to call you back,” Dererick said, ending the call. “Barl, we need to talk privately.”
Amanda looked between us, sensing the sudden tension.
“Derek, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, sweetheart. I just need to clarify a few things with Barl about her treatment options.”
