The heavy front doors of the penthouse opened with a sudden loud sound.
Three police officers walked quickly into the grand foyer of the residence.
Two estate security guards followed right behind them with serious expressions.
Elena met them in the foyer and pointed up toward the upper level.
She led the officers quickly up the stairs toward the locked glass office.
Her hands were cold, but her determination was stronger than ever before.
They reached the top floor just as Victoria stood up from the sofa.
Victoria looked surprised to see police officers inside her private living area.
She tried to keep her voice smooth and perfectly composed.
Victoria: May I ask why there are officers in my private home today?
Elena: You know exactly why they are here, Victoria.
Victoria: I have done nothing wrong in this house, Elena.
Elena: You locked the estate papers in that glass cabinet ten minutes ago.
Victoria: Those are just personal family items stored for safe keeping.
An officer stepped forward and looked closely at the silver lock on the display.
Officer Miller: Ma'am, we need you to open this cabinet right now.
Victoria: I do not have the key with me at this moment.
Elena pointed to a small side table near the white sofa.
Elena: The key is sitting right next to your glass, Victoria.
Victoria reached toward the table, but the officer moved faster than her.
He picked up the small silver key and inserted it into the heavy padlock.
The lock clicked open with a clear sound that echoed through the room.
Elena took a deep breath as the cabinet door swung open slowly.
She reached inside and pulled out the thick leather folder carefully.
She opened the cover and checked the seals on the legal papers.
Everything her grandmother had built was still intact inside the file.
Elena held the folder tightly against her chest with deep relief.
She looked at Victoria, who was now standing completely silent by the window.