“And the photos?” Elias asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“Those are the access logs from your sub-level archives,” I said.

“They prove Daniel bypassed your security protocols to leak the proprietary source codes to your main competitor.”

“He was trying to bankrupt you so he could buy the company for pennies on the dollar.”

Elias reached out, his fingers hovering over the black drive before he picked it up.

He turned it over in his hand, feeling its weight, his face pale under the soft lighting of the room.

“How did you get this?” he asked, looking at me with a sudden, sharp intensity.

“Daniel trusted me,” I said. “He thought I hated you enough to help him ruin you.”

“And you don’t?” Elias asked.

“I do,” I said. “But I wanted my father’s patents more than I wanted to see you fall.”

“With this, you can destroy Daniel and save your legacy.”

I pulled a manila folder from my bag and laid it on the table between us.

The folder contained the patent transfer agreement, already drafted and waiting for his signature.