If I went down for the leak, I could never accuse Daniel of anything without looking like a bitter co-conspirator.

I needed proof of what Daniel was actually doing.

I knew Daniel had a private server he used for his personal investments.

He had mentioned it once during a dinner party at our house in the Hamptons.

He had been drunk, boasting about how he kept his best files away from the corporate network.

“The cloud is for amateurs,” he had said, laughing.

He kept a physical drive in his townhouse in Back Bay.

If I could get access to that drive, I could find the proof of his corporate espionage.

I could find the files he had stolen from King Enterprises.

And more importantly, I could find what he had done to my father.

My father had designed the core software that built Elias’s empire.

Before he died, he told me he had been cheated out of the patents.

He had trusted Elias, and he had trusted Daniel.

If Daniel was stealing from Elias now, he had certainly stolen from my father back then.