The businessman slid the envelope across the polished table. Every eye in the room fixed on it as Aaron reached forward with visibly trembling fingers. He opened it slowly, as if expecting it to explode.
Inside were photographs.
Crisp, high-resolution images showing two Finnegan security guards, the same ones standing at attention along the conference room walls, assaulting an elderly man while a young woman screamed in horror. The timestamp in the corner dated the incident just days ago.
"What the hell is this?" Aaron's voice cracked as he spread the photos across the table.
The lead representative from Eastern Holdings, Mr. Zhao, adjusted his glasses with practiced precision. "These images were delivered anonymously to our hotel suite this morning, along with detailed allegations th
