The IP address matched the desktop computer in Victoria’s private suite.

The digital signature used to authorize the change belonged to Julian Leprince.

“This is it,” Andrew said, his voice cold.

“This is the proof that will clear my name and protect the consumers.”

“I will call the board members first thing in the morning,” he said.

“And then I am calling the federal investigators.”

I let out a long breath, feeling the tension finally leave my shoulders.

“They won’t be able to deny this,” I said.

“Your cousin thought he could destroy you, but he left a digital trail.”

Andrew stood up and wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight.

“Thank you, Elila,” he whispered into my hair.

“You saved my life’s work.”

“And you saved mine,” I said, leaning my head against his chest.

We stood there in the quiet room, the sound of the rain tapping against the glass.

Suddenly, his desk phone began to ring, the loud tone breaking the silence.

The caller ID on the screen showed Victoria’s name.

Andrew reached out and pressed the speakerphone button.