But at two-five, Marcus and Diana would discover that sometimes, the silent lamb they thought they were leading to slaughter had grown sharp fangs. And today, finally, he would use them all. At two o’clock sharp, Jonathan entered the Miller Industries conference room as if it were just another normal workday.
Marcus and Diana were already there, organizing stacks of documents with the precision of surgeons preparing for an operation. Jonathan. Marcus stood up with a beaming smile, hugging him like a brother.
Glad you’re here. The Japanese are on their way and everything is perfect. Diana approached with a leather briefcase and a motherly smile.
Boss, you just need to sign where I marked with yellow post-its. Trust me, as you always have. Her voice carried that condescending assurance of someone who believes they are dealing with a child.
Sure, Jonathan replied calmly. But first, I wanted to show you something interesting I found out last night. Gabriel Torres entered the room carrying a box of files, followed by two federal police investigators.
Marcus and Diana exchanged quick glances, but kept their smiles. Gabriel. Marcus frowned.
I thought you didn’t work for us anymore. I do, Gabriel replied dryly, only now I work for the real owner of the company. Jonathan connected his laptop to the projector in the room.
Marcus, Diana. Do you remember this conversation? The screen lit up with detailed spreadsheets showing bank transfers, dates, amounts. $5,300,000 embezzled in two years.
Diana’s smile faltered for the first time. Jonathan, what is this? Some kind of joke. Joke.
Jonathan clicked to the next screen. Photographs appeared of Marcus entering and leaving offshore banks, signed documents, fake contracts. You created 17 shell companies to launder the money you stole from me.
Marcus stood up abruptly, his mask of charm finally slipping. Where did you get this? This information is private. Private.
Jonathan laughed softly. Marcus, do you really think I built a $200 million company without learning how to protect my own interests? Diana tried to maintain her composure, but her hands trembled as she held the folder. Jonathan, you’re misunderstanding.
These transactions have perfectly legal explanations. Gabriel interrupted, handing an envelope to each of the investigators. Here are the recordings of the conversations between the two of them planning the fraudulent merger.
And here, he placed a second envelope on the table, are the confessions of three phantom clients you invented, all ready to testify in court. Marcus’s face was red with anger and panic. You can’t prove anything.
These are just accusations. Jonathan smiled for the first time since he had entered the room. Marcus, do you remember Jasmine? Who the hell is Jasmine? The door opened and the seven-year-old girl entered, accompanied by a social worker…
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