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Chapter 22: The Unmasking

Author: Clare
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The three hours until the board meeting were a blur of frantic, focused activity. Jonah became a digital archivist of doom, compiling the evidence into a stark, irrefutable presentation. He didn’t need flowery language or persuasive arguments; the documents spoke for themselves with a cold, brutal clarity. He cross-referenced bank transfers with memos, linked shell companies to board members, and built a timeline of betrayal that was more damning than any prosecutor’s opening statement.

He uploaded the final file to a secure, encrypted drive just as a message from Clarkson flashed on his screen: My office. Now.

The walk to the executive floor felt like a march to the gallows. The air in the penthouse office was thick with a tense anticipation. Clarkson stood by the window, his back to the room, a crystal tumbler of amber liquid held loosely in one hand. He didn’t turn as Jonah entered.

“Is it ready?” His voice was flat, drained of all emotion.

“It’s ready,” Jonah said, placing the dri
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