By that night, my body felt manageable for the first time in a decade. Victor's touch had silenced the pain and awakened desires I had buried with it.
Relief was no longer enough. I wanted Marcus finished.
That night, I locked myself in my office and bypassed the company's surface-level security. Marcus's accounts led through offshore shell corporations, encrypted sub-ledgers, and ghost invoices.
For hours, I followed the money until the fraud network came into view. It had siphoned off millions.
I had just isolated its main artery, a Cayman Islands holding company, when Victor's shadow crossed my desk.
"That's enough."
I looked up. Victor stood over me, watching the glowing screen.
"I've almost got it," I said. "Another hour and we can nail him."
"No. Shut it down. Now."
I stared
