My Murderer Bought My Fake

Summary

At the company holiday gala, my name was pulled for the grand prize: a Hermès Kelly bag with a market value of around forty-five thousand dollars.

Thrilled, I had rushed out to get it authenticated so I could sell it and finally have some breathing room. Instead, the appraiser looked at me with pity and told me it was a cheap knockoff.

After the holidays, I went straight to the office to report it to our CEO. But I was intercepted by our Head of Operations.

"Don't bother Valerie with trivial things," she had said, her voice smooth and dismissive. "Bring the bag to me.