Chapter 12 – The Folder
I slid a black folder across the table.
Nobody touched it.
That was interesting.
People only fear folders when they already know what is inside them.
Inside were property transfers, shell partnerships, forged environmental compliance signatures, and internal emails showing Vale Meridian knowingly sold unsafe residential units through subsidiaries designed to collapse under lawsuits.
One executive whispered, “Jesus Christ.”
Preston’s face darkened. “You stole confidential files.”
I smiled faintly.
“No. Your son emailed them to Ella while drunk. She archived everything automatically to a marital cloud account.”
Silence.
Pure.
Heavy.
Beautiful silence.
Then I placed one final photograph on the glass.
May you like
Beckett standing beside a construction site six months earlier. Behind him: a cracked foundation wall already under legal review.
The timestamp mattered.
Because three weeks after that photograph, the building partially collapsed.
Two people died.
