Chapter 95

Anita’s POV

I let out a frustrated sigh, dropping into the chair by my desk. The drawers were still half-open, files and papers scattered around me. Martha perched on the armrest, her brow furrowed in concentration, while Zach stood by the bookshelf, his hands on his hips.

“This is ridiculous,” I muttered, running my hands through my hair. “I’ve looked everywhere, and I still can’t find the contract or the proof of contract. They’ve just… vanished.”

Martha gave me a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “Are you sure you didn’t misplace them somewhere weird? Maybe shoved them in a book or between folders without thinking?”

“I’m not that careless,” I said, though doubt crept into my voice. “I remember putting them in the drawer after going over them a few days ago. They were right here.”

Zach turned to face me, his arms crossed. “Let’s backtrack. You’ve already got the new residence certificate, right?”