We drove through the city in silence.

The snow was falling again, dusting the windshield with thin, white crystals.

When we arrived at the Vance Software headquarters, the lobby was unusually quiet.

Employees were gathered around the monitors in the breakroom, whispering.

I walked straight to my office, my boots clicking sharply on the concrete floor.

Elena followed me and shut the glass door behind her.

“We fight this with facts, not public relations,” Elena said, sitting across from my desk.

“How?” I asked, leaning back in my chair. “Patricia has the money to drag this out in court for years. Even if we win, the company will be dead by then.”

“We don’t let it get to court,” Elena said. “We find what she’s hiding.”

She opened her leather briefcase and pulled out a stack of financial printouts.

“I had my forensic guy working through the night on the Voss Holdings public filings,” she said.

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the desk.

“Did he find the offshore accounts?” I asked.