eighteen months, his investment company had been investigating suspicious transfers routed through shell vendors.
The missing amount was enormous.
Twenty-eight million dollars.
And the executive approving those vendors was Vanessa Vale.
She had recently become CFO of one of Marcus’s portfolio companies.
Vanessa folded her arms.
“This is absurd.”
Marcus looked toward me.
“Claire?”
I connected my laptop.
Transactions filled the screen.
Shell companies.
Fabricated invoices.
IP logs.
Encrypted transfers.
Payment chains.
Vanessa’s face tightened with every click.
Then I opened one of the oldest corporate records.
A shell company
