The audit didn’t slow.If anything, it intensified.By the third day, the auditors had requested archived communications, financial segmentation reports, and partnership disclosures from two years prior including the months surrounding my marriage to Cassian.It wasn’t subtle anymore.They were mapping influence.And looking for contamination.Helena remained composed, but I could see the precision sharpening in her movements.“They’re not digging for violations,” she said quietly as we reviewed a request list. “They’re searching for narrative threads.”“Meaning?”“They want proximity. Emails. Calendar overlaps. Financial crossover.”“There wasn’t any.”“I know,” she said. “But absence still requires proof.”Which meant time.And pressure.At 2:14 p.m., my assistant knocked lightly.“There’s someone here to see you,” she said. “No appointment.”“I’m not taking walk-ins.”“He said you’d want to.”That was intriguing.I stepped into the conference room.A man stood by the window.Mid-th
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