He looked at the open black binder.

I saw the moment his eyes registered the bank statements.

The color drained from his face.

“What is this?” Ethan asked, his voice losing its confident edge.

“These are the records of L&P Holdings, Ethan,” I said.

He stared at me, his mouth opening slightly.

“Where did you get these?” he whispered.

“That is irrelevant,” Arthur interrupted, slamming his hand on the table.

The noise made Ethan flinch.

“Is this true, Ethan?” Arthur demanded. “Have you been siphoning firm assets into a private account?”

“Arthur, let me explain,” Ethan said, his hands beginning to shake.

“There is a logical explanation for these transactions.”

“Explain the emails to Lila Parker, then,” Evelyn said, sliding the printed messages toward him.

Ethan looked at the papers.

His eyes darted across the text.

“This is a personal matter,” Ethan said, his voice rising. “This has nothing to do with the firm’s operations.”

“It has everything to do with the firm when you pay for her apartment with company funds,” Marcus said.

“And when you commit financial fraud to cover your tracks,” I added.