Chapter 4

The mahogany desk in John's study felt cold beneath my fingertips as I carefully lifted each document from his filing cabinet. The house was silent except for the distant hum of the air conditioning—John wouldn't be home for hours, and the servants were busy with their evening duties.

My hands trembled slightly as I photographed page after page of financial records with my phone. The evidence was all here, laid out in black and white: falsified vendor contracts, inflated payment authorizations, money systematically siphoned from Anderson Industries into accounts I didn't recognize. The amounts were staggering—hundreds of thousands of dollars…