Chapter 4
Victoria opened a sleek leather briefcase resting beside her feet on the marble floor.
She pulled out a thick sheaf of printed financial documents, placing them neatly before Nathaniel.
Nathaniel stared down at the crisp pages detailing offshore shell companies and unauthorized wire transfers.
His breath hitched as he recognized the forged signatures and diverted corporate capital.
Clara had built an entire financial empire using his own signature and stolen credentials.
Victoria pointed a manicured finger at a specific routing number originating from Zurich.
She explained that these funds were funneled directly into accounts controlled by Clara's secret lover.
Nathaniel felt a hot wave of fury surge through his chest, clenching his fists tightly.
He asked Victoria how she managed to uncover intelligence that his own private auditors missed.
Victoria smiled enigmatically, stating that her sources operate where traditional corporate auditors never look.
Nathaniel realized he was sitting across from a professional investigator of the highest caliber.
He asked what her agency charged for services rendered, reaching for his checkbook automatically.
Victoria pushed his hand away gently, declining monetary compensation for her intervention today.
Nathaniel looked bewildered, asking what currency she traded in if not cold hard cash.
Victoria replied that she traded in truth, exposure, and the systemic destruction of fraudsters.
Nathaniel stared at her with a mixture of profound respect and lingering apprehension.
He asked what her next move would be regarding the remainder of Clara's syndicate.
Victoria stated that Clara was merely a small fish in a much larger, more dangerous pond.
Nathaniel stood up abruptly, pacing across the white marble floor toward the glass bookshelf.
He demanded to know who else was involved in this multi-million-dollar corporate conspiracy against him.
Victoria advised him to remain patient, as rushing could compromise the federal wiretap investigation.
Nathaniel ran a hand through his short dark hair, feeling the crushing weight of betrayal.
He looked at the US flag standing tall in the corner of the lavish living room.
He swore that every single criminal involved in this plot would face federal prison sentences.
Victoria nodded in agreement, packing her documents back into the sleek leather briefcase.
She stood up smoothly, smoothing the fabric of her burnt-orange suit without a single wrinkle.
Nathaniel insisted that she stay at the mansion under heavy armed guard for her own safety.
Victoria politely declined, stating her movements must remain entirely stealthy and off the grid.
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Nathaniel walked her toward the grand foyer doors, feeling an undeniable reluctance to let her go.
She paused at the threshold, turning back to look him dead in the eye.
