“Are you certain of this, Clara?” Arthur asked, his voice shaking slightly.

“The digital signatures and routing numbers are all there,” I said, pointing to the bottom of the page.

“There is a second set of documents,” I continued.

I passed another folder to Evelyn.

“These are internal emails between Ethan and Lila Parker,” I said.

Marcus Thorne gasped.

“The marketing intern?” Evelyn asked, her eyes widening.

“Yes,” I said.

“The emails detail not only their personal relationship but also financial promises made to her,” I said.

“He used company funds to secure an apartment for her in the city,” I added.

“He disguised the payments as marketing expenses.”

Arthur put down his mug.

The ceramic made a sharp clink against the wood.

“This is a disaster,” Arthur whispered. “The liability for the firm is astronomical.”

“There is more,” I said.

I turned to the final section of the binder.

“He signed a non-disclosure agreement with a third-party vendor using the firm’s name without board approval,” I said.

“He did this to cover up a failed software integration that cost us two major clients last quarter.”