“The offshore accounts, the forged signatures on the client authorizations, the wire receipts.”

“Every document is timestamped and cross-referenced with your corporate login.”

Bianca reached out and grabbed the edge of the console table to steady herself.

Her fingers left dark smudges on the polished wood.

“You don’t have access to those files,” Bianca said, her voice shaking.

“I had your password, Bianca,” I said.

“You left your laptop open on our kitchen island during the Christmas party.”

“It took me less than five minutes to mirror your hard drive.”

Graham’s chest rose and fell rapidly under his tailored suit jacket.

“Elliot, she’s lying,” Graham said, turning to his partner. “We can handle this. We can bury it.”

“It’s already in the hands of outside counsel, Graham,” Elliot said.

His voice was flat, devoid of the warmth he usually saved for his top producers.

“And the SEC compliance portal has a copy of the filing,” I added.

I watched the color completely leave Graham’s face.

The arrogant line of his jaw seemed to slacken.

“You destroyed us,” Graham said. “You destroyed the firm.”