“The board of directors is meeting tomorrow morning at nine.”

“Harrison thinks he is going to vote me out and take full control.”

I stood behind him, looking at the columns of numbers.

“Will this be enough to stop him?” I asked.

“With Rebecca’s testimony and Benjamin’s files, yes,” Jonathan said.

“It will prove Harrison bypassed the board to funnel fifty million into his personal estate.”

He looked up at Rebecca.

“You will have to stand in front of the board and repeat everything you told me.”

Rebecca gripped her leather handbag tightly.

“I will do what I have to do to get my money, Jonathan.”

“But we have to get out of here first. Harrison’s men are downstairs.”

We all froze as a heavy thud echoed from the stairwell outside.

It was the sound of a heavy metal door swinging shut on the first floor.

Then came the slow, rhythmic sound of footsteps ascending the stairs.

They were heavy, deliberate steps, echoing in the concrete shaft.

The elevator remained dark and silent at the end of the hall.

Whoever was coming was taking the stairs.