Dominic
The folder lay open on my destroyed desk, its contents spilled across broken crystal and scattered papers like evidence at a crime scene. Outside, snow fell in thick flakes, each one catching streetlight like tears. Inside, my ruined office told the story of my rage - shattered crystal, broken furniture, destruction born of desperation.
"Walk me through it again." My voice came out rough as I sank into my chair. "Every detail. From the beginning."
James gathered the papers with careful hands, organizing decades of secrets into neat piles. The methodical movement seemed to calm him - a stark contrast to my earlier chaos.
"It started in 1995." He spread out old newspaper clippings like dealing cards. "Your uncle Robert was ambitious, determined to become CEO. He saw Bennett Globa
