I stepped back and let him in.
Damien closed the door behind him and handed me the document without preamble. A corporate structure breakdown, Delvane Holdings mapped across three shell companies, directorships, and subsidiary accounts. At the bottom, a name that had been redacted in Harrison’s version of the file, was unredacted here.
“Your father doesn’t have this,” I said.
“No.”
“How did you get it?”
He dropped into the chair by the window, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. None of the casual sprawl from earlier, something more focused underneath it now.
“I’ve been building a file on Vreeth for three months,” he said. “Not to help my father, but to have leverage over him.” He said it without remorse. “But when I saw the full scope, the planted login, the inside contac
