Chapter 5 - The Man Everyone Trusted
Daniel Roth did not look frightened when Leandro called him back.
That bothered Nevaeh.
She had been invited into the conference room after Legal confirmed the document mismatch.
Her system access remained suspended.
Her employment did not.
Daniel looked at her as if she were an unpleasant administrative error.
“I assume there's a reason she's here.”
“There is,” Leandro said.
Nevaeh remained standing.
Daniel turned toward her.
“You accused me?”
“No.”
“Then why am I here?”
“I have questions.”
Daniel laughed.
“This is absurd.”
Leandro said nothing.
Daniel stopped laughing.
Nevaeh placed three invoices on the table.
“Recognize these vendors?”
“No.”
“Keystone Operational Advisory?”
“No.”
“Lakefront Optimization Partners?”
“No.”
“Midwest Guest Solutions?”
“No.”
“All three share a mailing address.”
“That happens with registered agents.”
“Correct.”
Daniel seemed surprised.
Nevaeh continued.
“They also share invoice formatting, unusual payment terms and procurement approval paths.”
“Again, not unusual.”
“Maybe.”
She placed another invoice down.
“Roth Strategic Consulting.”
Daniel's expression didn't move.
“Your brother's company.”
“Yes.”
“Same template.”
“So?”
“So all four files were created from the same document environment.”
Daniel leaned back.
“You're basing fraud allegations on fonts?”
“No.”
Nevaeh smiled slightly.
“Metadata.”
That got him.
Only for a second.
But she saw it.
“Internal invoice PDFs preserve creation metadata unless scrubbed,” she said. “Three shell-vendor invoices were created on a device registered to an administrative account inside your division.”
Daniel looked at Leandro.
“This is nonsense.”
Leandro's face remained still.
“Continue.”
“One invoice was supposedly issued by a vendor on March 14.”
Nevaeh slid it forward.
“The PDF was created March 18.”
Daniel shrugged.
“Common.”
“The approval entry is March 15.”
Silence.
“So the company approved an invoice three days before the invoice file existed.”
Daniel's eyes narrowed.
“That proves a clerical error.”
“Could.”
Nevaeh pulled out another page.
“Then I checked eight more.”
Daniel stopped talking.
Four years.
$3.8 million.
Not enough to sink Perry Continental.
Enough to destroy careers.
Leandro looked at Daniel.
“Explain.”
Daniel didn't.
Then he laughed softly.
“You're trusting this girl over me?”
Nevaeh felt the insult.
Leandro did too.
“Don't.”
Daniel turned.
“Don't what?”
“Make this about her age, background or job history because you don't have an answer.”
Daniel's composure finally cracked.
“I built half your operating structure.”
“You were paid extremely well.”
“I stood beside your father while you were still crashing cars in college.”
“That was one car.”
“This company exists because men like me held it together while your family played royalty.”
Nevaeh watched him.
There.
Resentment.
Old.
Deep.
Leandro's voice hardened.
“Did you divert company funds?”
Daniel looked at Nevaeh.
“You have no idea what these people are.”
She didn't respond.
“You think he respects you?”
“Daniel.”
“He collects useful people. That's what Perry men do.”
Leandro stood.
“Enough.”
But Daniel wasn't finished.
“Ask Stella.”
The room changed.
Nevaeh looked toward Leandro.
Daniel smiled.
“Go ahead.”
“What does Stella have to do with this?” Nevaeh asked.
Daniel looked almost relieved.
“The acquisition leak? Her.”
Leandro's fist tightened.
“Careful.”
“Why? You know what she is.”
Daniel leaned back.
“She wanted money.”
“For what?”
“She owed someone.”
Leandro stared.
“How much?”
“Two hundred thousand.”
Nevaeh didn't understand.
“Gambling?”
Daniel shrugged.
“Investments. Parties. Friends. Who knows?”
“And you gave it to her?” Leandro asked.
“I loaned it.”
“With company money?”
“No.”
Daniel smiled.
“With mine.”
Nevaeh suddenly saw the shape.
“You used Stella.”
Daniel looked at her.
“You needed access.”
He didn't answer.
“She had family authorization. Could enter the building without executive scrutiny.”
Still nothing.
“You knew she'd come here.”
Leandro went pale.
Daniel's smile vanished.
Nevaeh continued.
“But she didn't leak the memo.”
“No,” Daniel said.
Too quickly.
There.
The admission.
Nevaeh leaned forward.
“You did.”
Daniel froze.
“You just separated the two yourself.”
He said nothing.
“You said Stella wanted money. You said she entered the building. But when I said she didn't leak it, you answered immediately.”
Daniel looked toward the lawyers.
Too late.
Leandro's voice was dangerously calm.
“Did you leak draft seven?”
Daniel stood.
“I want counsel.”
“Good idea,” General Counsel said.
Security escorted him out.
But the victory felt incomplete.
Leandro looked sick.
“Stella.”
Nevaeh said nothing.
He called her.
No answer.
Again.
No answer.
Finally she picked up.
“What?”
“Come to headquarters.”
“No.”
“Now.”
“I'm busy.”
“Daniel confessed enough to implicate you.”
Silence.
Then Stella whispered, “He said he wouldn't.”
Leandro closed his eyes.
Nevaeh looked away.
Stella arrived forty minutes later.
No makeup.
No fur.
No red dress.
She looked younger.
Smaller.
“What did you give him?” Leandro asked.
Stella stared at the table.
“Access.”
“To what?”
“Your floor.”
“Why?”
“I owed him.”
“You owed Daniel?”
“He loaned me money.”
Leandro laughed once.
It sounded broken.
“You have a trust that pays you seven figures a year.”
“I made investments.”
“What investments?”
“Bad ones.”
“How bad?”
She didn't answer.
“Stella.”
“Two hundred and seventy.”
“Thousand?”
She nodded.
Leandro sat back.
“Why didn't you tell me?”
She looked at him with genuine hatred.
“Because you would look at me exactly like you're looking at me now.”
“How am I looking at you?”
“Like Dad.”
That silenced him.
Nevaeh remained near the wall.
She suddenly felt like an intruder.
Then Stella saw her.
Everything hardened again.
“Why is she here?”
“Because she found what we didn't.”
“Of course.”
Stella laughed bitterly.
“The waitress saves the empire.”
“Stop calling me that,” Nevaeh said.
Stella turned.
Nevaeh stepped closer.
“I was a waitress. I'm not ashamed of it.”
“Congratulations.”
“But you use that word because you need it to mean less.”
Stella's eyes flashed.
“You don't know anything about me.”
“I know what it's like to be scared.”
“You?”
“Yes.”
Nevaeh's voice softened.
“Difference is, when I'm scared, I don't pour drinks on people.”
Stella's face changed.
Nevaeh continued.
“You're scared nobody sees anything in you except your surname.”
“Shut up.”
“So you make sure everybody feels it.”
“Shut up.”
“But every time you do, you prove the exact thing you're afraid of.”
Stella stood abruptly.
Leandro moved.
Nevaeh raised a hand.
“I've got it.”
Stella stared at her.
For once, there was no audience.
No restaurant.
No men near the bar.
No one to impress.
Only four walls.
“You hate me,” Stella said.
Nevaeh considered it.
“No.”
That seemed to hurt worse.
“I think you're cruel. I think you're spoiled. I think you've hurt people because nobody made consequences expensive enough.”
Stella's eyes filled.
“But I don't hate you.”
“Why?”
“Because you're not important enough to my life for that.”
Silence.
Leandro looked away, hiding something close to a smile.
Stella wiped her cheek angrily.
“I didn't frame you.”
“I believe you.”
That surprised everyone.
“Daniel did,” Nevaeh said. “You gave him access, but he used it for something bigger.”
General Counsel entered with another folder.
“We found the final link.”
He placed banking records on the table.
Payments from the shell vendors had moved through intermediary accounts.
Then into an investment company.
Daniel Roth controlled it.
The leak had been designed to pressure Perry stock during acquisition negotiations, allowing outside partners connected to Daniel to profit from volatility.
Nevaeh was never the target originally.
She became useful when her vendor investigation got too close.
Leandro stared at the documents.
Twenty-three years of trust collapsed in twenty pages.
Stella whispered, “I'm sorry.”
Nobody answered.
Not yet.
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