The morning light was harsh, piercing through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the De La Fonte office. It was a view that was supposed to represent success—the entire city laid out like a carpet beneath us—but standing here, I felt only the weight of the air.Catrina was at the desk, her fingers flying across a tablet, reviewing the preliminary audit reports. She looked tired, the shadows under her eyes deep, but her focus was ironclad."The discrepancies in the logistics division are staggering," she said, not looking up. "Carlos didn't just embezzle. He was leveraging the entire shipping infrastructure to cover for private debt. He was running two sets of books. One for the board, one for his own offshore accounts."I walked over, leaning against the edge of the desk, looking at the red lines on her screen. "It’s a house of cards. If we go public with this, the market cap will drop by forty percent in an hour.""If we don't go public, we’re complicit," she countered, her voice sharp.
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