Blake's POV
The FBI raid on Blake Matthew Industries began at 6 AM sharp, federal agents flooding through my Manhattan offices with search warrants that covered everything from computer hard drives to coffee shop receipts.
I watched from my penthouse across the street as they carried out boxes of evidence that would probably destroy what was left of my reputation.
"Sir," Marcus appeared at my elbow, his face grim. "They've frozen all corporate accounts. The board is calling an emergency meeting. And there's something else."
He handed me his tablet, displaying a news alert that made my stomach drop:
"FEDERAL PROSECUTORS ANNOUNCE CHARGES AGAINST BLAKE MATTHEW FOR CRIMINAL CONSPIRACY."
Criminal conspiracy. Market manipulation. Computer fraud. Violation of medical privacy laws. The list
