Part 3: The Boardroom Confrontation
Part 3: The Boardroom Confrontation
The main conference room at Robles Legal & Infrastructure was suffocatingly quiet at 9:00 a.m.
Carmen Robles sat at the head of the glass table, wearing an elegant cream suit and pearls.
Javier sat beside her, adjusting his silk tie with a confident smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"The asset transfer for the Uptown property must be signed today, Javier," Carmen said, opening her folder.
"We need that equity to satisfy the state treasury’s compliance audit before the weekend."
Suddenly, the double glass doors of the boardroom burst open with a loud, echoey thud.
Alexander walked into the room, followed immediately by Naomi Pierce, our chief forensic analyst.
He wore an immaculate navy suit, his posture tall and his eyes colder than death itself.
"The Uptown property is unavailable, Carmen," Alexander announced, sliding a white data drive across the glass.
The grand digital monitors on the wall lit up instantly, displaying forty pages of unredacted transaction logs.
It wasn't a record of marriage certificates or standard real estate deeds.
It was a certified stream showing Javier routing corporate client funds into an offshore Panama shell account.
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"You didn't just train a disobedient daughter-in-law last night, Carmen," I said, stepping into the room.
"You provided the exact physical evidence we needed to trigger a federal racketeering investigation."
