He informed her that she was required to appear in person at their Zurich headquarters by Friday at five o’clock to sign the official succession documents. Cassie felt her heart sink as she realized today was already Tuesday and she had no way to leave the country.
“My passport is locked in a high-security safe inside Wesley’s penthouse, and he will never let me get anywhere near it,” she explained. “We have already anticipated that obstacle and have coordinated with the local consulate to issue you emergency travel documents,” Hans replied.
He told her that a private legal team was already waiting for her and that a vehicle would be arriving at her motel in exactly two minutes. “Do not worry about packing any bags or bringing anything from that room because everything you need will be provided for you,” he instructed.
Cassie ran to the window and pulled back the thin, dusty curtains to look down at the rain-soaked parking lot. Among the rusted trucks and broken-down sedans, a sleek black armored SUV was idling near the entrance with its lights cutting through the darkness.