CHAPTER 37: Old Credentials
I left the penthouse early and drove across town before the usual traffic thickened. First stop was a small private archive I kept outside the main company system.
There were contracts and early investor notes I still reviewed myself when something felt off. I tried to be quick as possible, signed for two sealed folders, checked the timestamps twice and left without lingering.
On the way out I ran into an old acquaintance from the first funding round. A man who had sold his shares years ago and now lived off quieter investments.
“Reese Bennett,” he said surprised.
“Didn’t expect to see you handling paperwork in person this early.”
“Some things I still prefer to touch myself.”
“How’s the launch looking?”
“On schedule. Tight but on schedule.”
He nodded.
