Chapter 9 - The Room No One Had Checked
Mercer Freight headquarters had six floors.
Investigators searched five.
The sixth was mostly storage.
Old contracts.
Archived route maps.
Retired computer equipment.
Nobody expected anything important there.
A sixty-seven-year-old records manager named Irene Foster disagreed.
Irene had worked for Daniel’s father before Daniel graduated college.
She called Daniel from a blocked number Thursday morning.
“I think someone has been using Archive Room C.”
Daniel sat beside Sophie’s incubator.
“Who?”
“I don’t know.”
“What makes you think that?”
“The lock was changed.”
“When?”
“About six months ago.”
Daniel immediately called Hale.
Agents entered Archive Room C before noon.
Behind two shelves of paper records was an active network switch.
Three cables ran into the wall.
One connected to the company’s financial server.
A second connected to the vendor database.
The third went to an unregistered computer hidden inside a locked cabinet.
The machine contained copies of Daniel’s digital credentials.
His scanned signature.
Archived emails.
Contract templates.
Even recordings of his voice from investor calls.
Someone had built a perfect impersonation kit.
Hale called Daniel.
“This system has been operating for at least thirteen months.”
“Can you trace who used it?”
“We’re examining access logs.”
“Was Alan involved?”
“Almost certainly.”
“Martin?”
“Unknown.”
“Vanessa?”
Hale paused.
“We found her employee badge history.”
Daniel waited.
“She entered the sixth floor forty-one times.”
Forty-one.
Daniel stared through the NICU glass.
Vanessa had spent more than a year preparing.
That afternoon, Irene came to the hospital.
She carried a small paper ledger.
“I didn’t trust the computer system.”
Daniel almost smiled.
“That may make you the smartest person in the company.”
Irene sat across from him.
“Your father always said numbers tell you when people are lying.”
She opened the ledger.
“I started writing down unusual vendor totals after Christmas.”
Columns of figures covered the pages.
Most matched company records.
Several did not.
Irene pointed at one.
“Here.”
Daniel read it.
CONTINENTAL - $480,000.
The official system showed $280,000.
“Where did the other two hundred go?”
“That’s what I asked Alan.”
“When?”
“March.”
“What did he say?”
“He told me it was a data-entry error.”
“Did you believe him?”
“No.”
Irene turned the page.
There were seventeen similar discrepancies.
Altogether, more than $9.2 million had moved through altered invoices.
More than investigators initially knew.
Daniel looked up.
“Why didn’t you report it?”
“I tried.”
“To whom?”
Irene hesitated.
“Martin.”
Daniel closed his eyes.
“What did Martin say?”
“He told me he would handle it personally.”
“And then?”
“My system permissions were reduced.”
Irene swallowed.
“Two weeks later, Vanessa offered me early retirement.”
Daniel’s anger returned.
Irene reached into her purse.
“There’s one more thing.”
She placed an envelope on the table.
Inside was a printed email.
The sender appeared to be Daniel.
The message ordered Irene to stop questioning executive-level payments.
Daniel read it twice.
“I never sent this.”
“I know.”
“How?”
Irene looked directly at him.
“Because your father taught you not to write ‘Regards’ at the end of emails.”
Daniel almost laughed.
He always signed with one word.
Thanks.
The forged email had not fooled Irene.
And because it had failed, the conspirators had tried to remove her.
Irene tapped the date.
“Check where you were that day.”
Daniel did.
Seattle.
At a conference.
He had been onstage when the email was sent.
There were hundreds of witnesses.
For the first time, Daniel had proof that the forgery operation had been active while he was publicly somewhere else.
Then Irene said something even more important.
May you like
“I copied the original server header before they removed my access.”
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