"Your Honor. These are the electronic communications between Emily Stanton and the overseas firm. They document the entirety of their transactions—seven years, forty-three banned pharmaceuticals, illegal profits totaling several billion."The courtroom erupted.Even the judge, who had seen more than his share of major cases, looked taken aback."Forty-three?" someone in the audience whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear. "I thought it was just a few. How many people has she hurt? Does she have any conscience at all?"Emily's face turned to stone. The cool composure she'd walked in with was gone. Her hair had come loose from its pin.She turned on me, eyes blazing. "I destroyed all those records. Where did you get them?"Her gaze drilled into me—suspicion, accusation, like I was the enemy."Were you planning this all along?"My chest tightened. Even now, after everything, it still hurt to be looked at that way."No. I was planning to take those records to my grave. You're
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