The machine took a moment to boot up, its fan whirring loudly in the quiet warehouse.

The screen flickered to life, casting a pale blue glow over our wet faces.

My fingers flew across the keyboard, entering the decryption keys I had spent the last three days verifying.

“My father worked in compliance at Crane Capital before his death,” I said quietly, not looking up.

Alexander watched the screen, his eyes focused on the loading bar.

“He noticed discrepancies in their offshore accounts, but they silenced him before he could go to the authorities,” I continued.

The progress bar filled, turning from red to green with a quiet chime.

A directory of PDF files, bank statements, and spreadsheets opened on the screen.

I clicked on the primary file, labeled with a project code name.

“This is the encrypted digital ledger Marcus thought he deleted from the Vale Global servers,” I said.

The document loaded, showing rows of complex transactions.

“Look at the routing numbers on the right,” I said, pointing a finger at the screen.

Alexander leaned closer, his breath fogging slightly in the cold air.