Ethan
Mr. Thomas set a stack of old folders on the desk. "These were locked away before I was even trusted with real work. I was still an intern when Mr. Cyrus asked me to put them in the company's safe. No explanations, no follow-up. Just 'lock it and forget it.'"
I flipped open the top file, my eyes scanning the faded ink, handwritten notes cramped in the margins. Old records, ledgers, signatures. "And you're only bringing this to me now?" I asked, not hiding the edge in my voice.
He adjusted his glasses, unbothered. "Because now you're chasing shadows, Ethan. I don't know if these will give you the answers you want, but if there's a trail? It might start here."
Beside me, Kaden whistled low, leaning on the arm of the chair as he skimmed through pages. "Shit... these go back to when
