were shaking as I waited. If Tristan was keeping these records, he wasn’t just trying to steal my savings. He was building a case. The progress bar hit one hundred percent with a soft chime. A document opened on the screen. It was a draft of a cooperation agreement. The names listed at the top made my breath catch in my throat. Tristan Carmichael and the United States Attorney’s Office. But as I scrolled down, the details became even more alarming. Tristan wasn’t just offering Sterling to the federal agents. He had altered the dates of the transfers in this ledger. He was planning to frame Arthur for transactions that had actually been authorized by a completely different entity. And he was also planning to pocket fifty million dollars of the FBI’s seized funds in the process. He was double-crossing everyone. The phone on the desk suddenly began to vibrate against the wood. The screen lit up with an unknown number. I stared at the flashing screen, my heart hammering against my ribs. I didn’t answer it. Instead, I looked back at the screen of the laptop. A new notification popped up in the corner of the display. *Access monitored by external IP.* Someone was watching my screen in real-time. Before I could close the window, the office door clicked.