“I was running a trace on the internal servers when the power cut,” Marcus explained.

He tapped the screen, zooming in on a series of encrypted transaction logs.

“Our CFO didn’t just help her escape, Benjamin.”

“He has been draining the firm’s primary accounts for the last six months.”

I stepped closer, looking over Marcus’s shoulder at the figures.

The numbers were staggering, millions of dollars routed through dummy corporations.

“How did Arthur bypass the multi-signature security protocols?” I asked.

“He didn’t,” Marcus said, looking directly at Benjamin.

“He used your digital signature, Benjamin.”

“And he did it from Vanessa’s personal laptop inside this house.”

Benjamin slumped against the doorframe, his hands sliding into his pockets.

“She had access to my study,” Benjamin muttered.

“She told me she was organizing the charity gala files.”

“It was a coordinated hit,” Marcus said.

“They were waiting for the right moment to empty the offshore reserves.”

“I tracked the final destination of the transfers,” Marcus continued, tapping the screen again.

A map of the Caribbean appeared, with a red line connecting Denver to an offshore bank in the Cayman Islands.