Marcus's POVThe financial records arrived on my desk at eight fifteen on Wednesday morning in a brown envelope thick enough to stop a bullet. I closed my office door, locked it, and spread every single page across the surface of my desk until the mahogany disappeared under a sea of numbers and dates and company names that were supposed to tell me whether my own brother had been stealing from our family.At first glance, most of it looked like normal business. Vendor payments, consulting fees, travel reimbursements, operational costs connected to the three acquisitions Liam had been pushing for months. The kind of paperwork that would bore a normal person to tears and put an accountant to sleep.But I was not looking at the surface. I was looking at the bones underneath it.I pulled out the original submissions that Liam had presented to the board six months ago and placed them side by side with the latest documents. Then I started comparing line by line, figure by figure, date by dat
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