Rebecca hesitated, then nodded. “They are on the drive. Under a hidden partition.”

“And you will sign the affidavit Benjamin prepared?” Jonathan asked.

“The moment my lawyers confirm the transfer of funds to my Swiss account,” she said.

Jonathan reached out and took the silver flash drive from her hand.

Our hands brushed, and I felt a chill pass through the room.

“Benjamin has the financial files from the Cayman banks,” Jonathan said, looking at the drive.

“If we combine them with what you have here, we can prove Harrison embezzled from the pension fund.”

Rebecca’s eyes widened slightly. “The pension fund? I didn’t know he went that deep.”

“He did,” Jonathan said. “He stole from the very people who built this company.”

Jonathan walked over to my desk and opened his laptop.

The screen flickered to life, casting a bright white glow on his face.

He plugged the flash drive into the side of the computer.

A series of folders appeared on the screen, labeled with numerical codes.

“This is it,” Jonathan muttered, his fingers flying across the keyboard.