Chapter 13
By day three, going to bed late had become a new routine for me.
I didn't do it intentionally. It just kept happening. I would tell myself one more document, one more thread to follow, and then I would look up, and it would be 2. a.m. The estate would be completely quiet, and I would have six browser tabs open on my laptop and three pages of notes I didn’t remember writing.
I was close to something. I could feel it, so I kept going.
The picture that was forming was not the one I had expected.
I had spent three years assuming the fraud at Tao Industries was the kind that started with the intention of someone deciding to steal, and to build something corrupt from the foundation. That version was easier to write about. What I was actually looking at was messier than that.
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