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She had spent the weekend reviewing the company's documents and identifying which records Michael could access.

Now she wanted Andrew to destroy certain archived files.

He stood beside the desk, listening in silence.

"I need the old Meridian reconciliation folders removed from the shared server," she said.

Andrew stared at her.

"Absolutely not."

Evelyn looked up.

"What did you say?"

"I'm not deleting anything."

"You seem to have forgotten who employs you."

Andrew laughed bitterly.

"That may be the least of my problems."

Her eyes narrowed.

"Explain."

"Caroline Shaw has retained counsel. Michael is asking for an external audit. If records disappear now, we'll make everything worse."

Evelyn rose.

"You're becoming sentimental."

"I'm becoming realistic."

She approached him.

"Do you remember the money you received?"

Andrew swallowed.

"Yes."

"The consulting fees? The bonuses? The distributions?"

"I remember."

"Then perhaps you should remember that you're not an innocent bystander."

Andrew looked away.

He had joined Whitcomb Land in 2016.

At first, the arrangement had been ordinary.

Evelyn paid him well to manage complicated financing.

Then the company encountered environmental problems.

Rather than report the full extent of the issues to lenders, Evelyn began delaying remediation while continuing to request construction draws.

Andrew had prepared the supporting spreadsheets.

He had told himself the work would eventually be completed.

When the company needed more money, Evelyn introduced Meridian Groundworks.

A small contractor, she said.

Flexible.

Discreet.

Andrew had helped create the payment structure.

Eventually, he discovered that Meridian's beneficial owners were concealed through a chain of companies that led back to Evelyn's interests.

By then, he was receiving money as well.

He had crossed the line from frightened employee to willing participant.

Now he understood that the line could not simply be uncrossed.

"I want a lawyer," he said.

Evelyn's face changed.

"A lawyer?"

"Independent counsel."

"You already have company counsel."

"Company counsel represents the company. Not me."

She watched him closely.

"Have you been talking to Daniel?"

Andrew hesitated.

Evelyn smiled.

"Of course you have."

"I haven't spoken to him directly."

She seized on the answer.

"Then you've been sending messages."

Andrew felt his pulse quicken.

Evelyn moved toward the door and locked it.

Not to trap him.

To ensure nobody could overhear.

"How much have you told him?"

Andrew said nothing.

She lowered her voice.

"Do you understand what happens if this company collapses?"

"Yes."

"Do you understand how many employees depend on it?"

"Yes."

"And you're willing to destroy all of that?"

Andrew looked at her.

"I think we already did."

For the first time, Evelyn's composure fractured.

She struck the desk with her palm.

"I built this company!"

Andrew flinched.

"Then why did you start stealing from it?"

The room went silent.

Evelyn's eyes filled with fury.

"Get out."

Andrew unlocked the door and left.

He walked directly to his car.

Then he called a criminal defense attorney in Richmond.

By the time he reached the highway, he had an appointment.

He also had a decision to make.

He could continue hiding what he knew.

Or he could preserve the evidence and eventually disclose it through counsel.

He opened the envelope containing the camera card.

His lawyer would need to know about it.

Across town, Michael was meeting with an independent forensic accountant named Olivia Grant.

Olivia had reviewed the company records he could lawfully provide.

Her preliminary assessment was blunt.

"Your internal controls were inadequate," she said.

Michael sat across from her.

"How inadequate?"

"Your chief financial officer could create vendor payment requests. Your mother could approve them under delegated authority. Your system allowed executive credentials to be used without reliable secondary verification for certain transactions."

Michael looked down.

"And I gave her the authority."

"You authorized broad financial delegation in 2023."

"While my wife was receiving treatment."

Olivia's expression softened slightly.

"That explains the timing. It doesn't eliminate your responsibilities as CEO."

Michael nodded.

"I understand."

She turned her laptop toward him.

"Meridian received approximately $2.3 million in payments over thirty months. We need bank records to trace the ultimate recipients, but the vendor's operational footprint is inconsistent with the volume of work billed."

Michael stared at the number.

"Two-point-three million."

"And there may be additional liabilities from the environmental representations made to lenders."

He rubbed his face.

"Can we stop the Stonebridge closing?"

"That depends on the contract and the property rights involved. The company's lawyers will need to advise you."

Michael looked through the window.

He had spent years believing the business was his mother's legacy.

Now he was discovering that parts of the legacy might be built on false statements.

Olivia closed her laptop.

"One more thing."

Michael looked up.