Nathan's POVI sat behind my desk, my sleeves rolled up and my tie loosened. Across from me sat two investigators. They had been working on the case for weeks. Their reports were spread across the mahogany surface. Numbers. Transactions. Red flags."Say it again," I said. My voice was low, calm but dangerous.The lead investigator, a balding man named Peterson, cleared his throat. "The fifty million was transferred in six separate transactions over four months. All of them funneled through shell companies. All of them terminate in a single account.""Whose account?"Peterson hesitated. He glanced at his partner. Then back at me."Richard Morgan's."The silence that followed was heavy and thick. Like the air before a storm.I didn't move. I didn't blink. My hands lay flat on the desk. My jaw tightened. The muscle in my cheek twitched."Richard Morgan," I repeated. “My face was stone.”"Yes, sir.""My ex-father-in-law.""Y-yes, sir," he stuttered.I let out a slow breath. I leaned back
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