Cole's POV
Noah was waiting in my office when I arrived at seven.
"Daniel's out," he said without preamble. "Word is you found something. What was it?"
I set my briefcase down and looked at my younger brother. Noah had always been better at reading people than I was. He saw patterns where I saw data. Right now he was watching me with the particular focus that meant he had already guessed half of it and was waiting for confirmation on the rest.
"He was feeding information to Victor," I said. "Eighteen months of it."
Noah exhaled slowly. "Jesus. What kind of information?"
"Everything that mattered. Acquisition targets. Board composition strategy. Private personnel files." I paused. "Medical claims."
His expression shifted. "Whose?"
"That's not your concern yet."
"Cole—"
"I said yet
