“If I go down for this, I lose my license, my career, my home.”

“I need you to drop the civil charges against me, Arden.”

“I need immunity from your legal team.”

I looked at the envelope.

“What exactly is in there, Bianca?”

“The proof that Graham forged my digital signature on three of the major wire transfers,” she said.

“I have the audio recordings of him threatening to fire me and ruin my reputation if I didn’t authorize the final release.”

“He did it in his office, on a Tuesday evening.”

“I kept my phone recording in my pocket.”

She pushed the envelope closer to me.

“It’s all on a flash drive inside.”

“Along with the bank routing numbers showing where the money went.”

“It didn’t go to some offshore fund for investment, Arden.”

“It went directly into his personal account to pay off his gambling debts in Macau.”

I reached out and placed my hand on the envelope.

The paper was cold, slightly damp from the air outside.

“You signed the documents anyway,” I pointed out.

“Under duress,” she said.