The folder remained on Sebastian's desk long after midnight. He had read the first page three times. The second page twice.
The third page only once. Because once was enough.
The information Magnus had brought from overseas was not speculation. It was not rumor. It was evidence. Financial transfers.
Shell corporations. Offshore accounts.
Millions of dollars moving through networks designed specifically to avoid scrutiny.
The same names appeared repeatedly.
Different companies. Different countries.
Different years. Yet the pattern remained identical.
Someone had spent decades building a machine for hiding money. And that machine was still running.
Sebastian finally closed the folder.
Outside his office window, the Presidential Estate was quiet.
Inside, his thoughts were anything but.
For the first time since taking office, he felt as though he was staring at the edge of something enormous.
