Chapter 2 - The Hidden Folder and the Ibiza Secret
Daniel’s phone nearly slipped from his fingers as his mother’s frantic voice cut through the empty kitchen.
“Daniel, the police are at my house asking about an unauthorized $50,000 corporate wire transfer from your father's business account,” she wept.
Daniel took an instinctive step backward, his eyes darting to the glossy photo of him and the blonde woman in Ibiza resting on the counter.
He hadn't just used his own savings for the European vacation; he had forged his father's corporate signature to fund a luxury penthouse for his mistress, Celeste Vale.
I had discovered the hidden transaction log on our shared home router three days after he slammed the front door.
Before my sister Marianne arrived, I spent forty-eight hours tracing the digital invoices he thought he had deleted from the family cloud.
Daniel dropped his suitcase, his boots crunching against a small plastic pacifier left behind on the bare hardwood floor.
“Claire!” he screamed into the empty hallway, his voice cracking with a sudden, desperate panic.
“Claire, bring the kids back right now, this isn't funny!”
The house answered him with nothing but the cold, echoing hum of the refrigerator.
He grabbed the thick stack of divorce papers, his eyes widening as he saw the name of the primary auditing firm assigned to the asset freeze: Keller & Voss.
It was the exact same firm that his father’s company used to satisfy its terrified institutional investors.
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Daniel’s phone buzzed again, this time with a text message from an unknown number containing a live video link of his corporate office.
He clicked the link, his face turning an even deeper shade of grey as he watched two federal agents load his personal desktop computers into a white van.
