OASIS GROUP HEADQUARTERS
Miguel was at his desk, buried in a stack of reports and digital files when a new email notification blinked onto his screen. It was from Lisa Moore.
His brow lifted. They hadn’t communicated since their last conversation, and he wasn’t expecting anything from her today. Still, he clicked on it. The subject line was blunt: "Fulfilling my end of the deal."
Miguel opened the email and saw several attachments.
He leaned forward, clicking through the files. The first was a scan of an official document—an agreement between Malcolm Moore and Mr. Lawson. Miguel’s heart rate picked up as he scanned the contents. It was exactly what Lisa had said: documents tied to the management of funds that Malcolm and Lawson had agreed to be kept in Lawson's name.
He muttered unde
