They worked through the night.
The conference room on the executive level became their war room. Vivian spread the black book across the table, alongside Victoria's documents, Gregory's emails, and three years of financial statements she had printed in duplicate. Julian paced the perimeter, making calls to lawyers and forensic specialists, building a case that would hold up in court.
By midnight, they had a timeline.
"Gregory started small," Vivian said, tapping a highlighted section of her notes. "In 2012, he diverted fifty thousand dollars through a vendor account he controlled. By 2014, he had scaled up to two hundred thousand per quarter. By 2018, he was moving half a million every three months."
Julian stopped pacing and stood beside her, looking down at the evidence. "Seven years
