The firm distanced itself quickly, and one senior partner told me they had no idea corruption ran so deep.
“Your ignorance is not my burden,” I replied, and ended the call.
I later met Isabella in custody, and she said, “He told me you did not love him anymore.”
“That is the lie you chose to believe,” I answered, “I was the only one who audited it.”
Months passed, and the case grew larger, revealing bribery, manipulation, and insider advantage schemes.
My life slowly rebuilt itself in quieter ways, with a smaller apartment and mornings that finally felt like mine.
During the trial, the defense tried to paint me as emotional and unreliable.
“My discovery explained motive,” I said firmly in court, “it did not fabricate bank records.”
The most damaging evidence was a recording where Leonard said, “Once she signs disclosures, we move everything through her layer without noise.”
The room went silent, and I realized he had planned to use me as cover.
Both of them were found guilty on major charges, and I felt something closer to alignment than victory.
Outside the courthouse, rain fell unexpectedly, and I stood there knowing the truth had finally surfaced.