Received.
Case number assigned.
Supporting evidence uploaded successfully.
Grant stared at the screen.
“You uploaded documents.”
“All of them.”
“The signatures?”
“Yes.”
“The accounting transfers?”
“Yes.”
“The security recordings?”
“Yes.”
His eyes widened.
“There were recordings?”
I nodded.
“The hallway camera outside my office.”
Vanessa slowly turned toward him.
“You said there weren’t any cameras.”
Grant didn’t answer.
Because he hadn’t known.
I had installed the system three months earlier after vendors complained about disappearing contracts.
No one bothered asking why.
No one imagined quiet Claire might someday need evidence against her own family.
Mother slammed one hand onto the conference table.
“You are destroying your sister’s future.”
I looked toward Father’s portrait hanging above the fireplace outside my office.
Then back at her.
