~ Nathan ~
I held the old paper folder in both hands. The edges of the paper were turning yellow. It had been three long years since the trial, but I still spent my nights sitting alone in the Wolfe Corporate Tower. The office was completely quiet, except for the low hum of the air conditioner. I pointed my finger at a single line of black text on the page. The digital timestamp did not make sense.
Julian sat across from me. He was spinning a silver pen between his fingers, watching it catch the light from the desk lamp.
"Julian, look at this specific page," I said. I slid the paper across the smooth mahogany desk. "The times do not match up at all. Why would the file say Isabella was typing at two in the morning? The office security logs say the entire floor was empty that night."
Jul
