Michael’s POV
“Midnight drop confirmed,” Miss Leighton said.
I didn’t turn. I stood facing the panoramic windows, hands in pockets, the city blinking back at me like a thousand watching eyes, judging and waiting.
“Open the file,” I said.
She laid the hardcopy folder on the steel table.
I flipped it open, page after page of shocking details.
Clarisse and her father, captured on surveillance, standing in the private VIP booth at Velvet Room, holding a drink they never sipped from. A camera across the bar caught the moment Richard Langford slipped something into the glass. The same one they later handed to me, time stamped and enhanced.
Their faces were clear.
Next, was employment abuse files from Langford Media. Dozens of reports, underpaid contractors, labor law violations, two su
