The first signal that all was not well arrived in a seemingly innocuous email.
It was evening, I was alone in the office closing shop, doing some report work when I received a beep from my email. The subject in the email sounded peculiar:
“Are you certain you understand with whom you are dealing?"
I scowled, hesitantly clicking on it. There was no message, just a single attachment. I opened it unwillingly in spite of myself.
The document itself was also a scanned copy of a birth certificate. I scanned its contents, a gasp forming in my mouth as I saw the following name:
Father: Nathaniel Sterling
Mother: Unknown
Child: Jonah Sterling
Nathaniel had a son? A bastard son?
I gulped hastily, racing heartbeat as I swiped. Extra attachments. Transactions logged. Offshore accounts. Wire t
