My Boss's Hidden Heir (Elara and Marcus) novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115

Marcus’s POV

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“You’re insane, Dante,” Marcus said, shaking his head slowly like he was trying to physically dislodge the ridiculous idea his best friend had just planted in his brain.

“I’m practical,” Dante corrected.

“No, practical would be hiring better lawyers and finding legal loopholes in my grandfather’s will. Practical would be doing literally anything other than breaking into my stepmother’s penthouse to steal documents.”

“Recover documents,” Dante said, holding up one finger. “There’s a very important difference between the

two.”

“Oh, I’m sure that distinction will hold up great in court when we inevitably get arrested and I have to explain to a judge why the CEO of Thorne Dynamics was caught breaking and entering.”

“Marcus….”

“No, seriously. I can see the headlines now. ‘Billionaire Arrested for Burglary. That’ll do wonders for the company’s stock price.”

Dante stood up from the couch and walked over to where Marcus was standing. “We’re not going to get arrested because we’re not going to get caught. And we’re not going to get caught because we’re going to be smart about this.”

“Smart would be not doing it at all,” Marcus shot back.

“Marcus, listen to yourself right now. You’ve spent the last week moping around, avoiding your wife, working yourself to death at the office, all because you feel powerless. Well, here’s your chance to actually do something. To take back control of the situation instead of just waiting for Penelope to destroy you.”

Marcus opened his mouth to argue, then closed it again. He hated admitting it, but Dante had a point. He’d felt completely helpless since Elara told him about the contract, like he was just sitting around waiting for the axe to fall.

“This is still a terrible idea,” Marcus said, but his voice had lost most of its conviction.

“Noted and acknowledged. Are we doing it or not?”

Marcus looked at Dante for a long moment, studying his best friend’s face. The most by-the-book person he knew, his lawyer who quoted legal statutes for fun, was standing there in his living room seriously suggesting they commit what was technically breaking and entering.

“I can’t believe I’m even considering this,” Marcus muttered.

“Is that a yes?”

“That’s a maybe. A very reluctant, I’m-probably-going-to-regret-this-for-the-rest-of-my-life maybe.”

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Dante’s face broke into a wide grin. “Good enough for me. Let’s go.”

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“Right now?” Marcus’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You want to do this right now? Like, immediately?”

“Why not? Strike while the iron is hot, as they say. Like I told you, I saw Penelope leaving when I got here earlier with Elara. She was dressed to the nines, full makeup, and jewelry. She’s clearly going somewhere important and she’s not coming back anytime soon.”

“You don’t actually know that for sure.”

“So we’ll be quick about it. In and out, remember? Five minutes maximum.”

Marcus dragged both hands down his face, pulling at his skin. “This is insane. This is absolutely completely insane and I’m going to regret this.”

“You already said that multiple times.”

“Because it bears repeating! Frequently!”

But even as the protests left his mouth, Marcus was already walking toward the front door of his penthouse. Dante followed close behind, a small satisfied smile playing at the corners of his lips.

They took the elevator up to the top floor where Penelope’s penthouse took up the entire level. The doors opened directly into a private hallway with only one door at the end.

“See?” Dante whispered, gesturing around the empty hallway. “No security cameras up here. She’s too arrogant to think she needs them in her own private space. Probably thinks nobody would dare come up here uninvited.”

“Or she has them hidden somewhere we can’t see and we’re already being recorded,” Marcus countered.

“Always so optimistic, aren’t you?”

Marcus walked up to Penelope’s door and just stared at it. “Okay, genius,” he said, turning to Dante. Now what? The door’s locked. Or did you forget that part of your brilliant plan?”

Dante reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He opened it and extracted a thin piece of metal. . “You really think I came unprepared?”

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