“The ones you used to siphon the Brindlewood maintenance funds,” Nathaniel continued.

“The ones you set up under my father’s forged signature.”

Dunleavy’s face paled.

“I didn’t forge anything,” he muttered.

“We’ll let the federal investigators decide that,” Nathaniel said.

“Because five minutes before you walked in here, I sent those same files to the District Attorney.”

“The real files.”

“The ones my security team retrieved from your hard drive this morning.”

Dunleavy gasped, his mouth opening slightly.

“You… you couldn’t have,” he stammered.

“My server is encrypted.”

“Your assistant was very cooperative once she realized she was facing ten years as an accessory,” Nathaniel said.

He stood tall, his hands clasped behind his back.

He looked every bit the powerful executive, but there was no triumph in his face.

Only a grim, tired determination.

“Your leak is useless, Arthur,” Nathaniel said.

“We are going to release the truth ourselves.”

“We are going to announce the full audit of Brindlewood tomorrow morning.”

“And we are going to fix it.”

I stared at Nathaniel, trying to see if he was telling the truth.