Chapter 12 · free to read
Baek Group had a fire in its records annex twenty-nine years ago. It was ruled electrical. Nobody has shelved anything on the burned side since.
He had not been summoned. He came down at two in the morning, alone, and stood facing the wall, which is what a man does when he has decided to stop being asked.
One box. Twenty-nine years in a basement. The only copy of the founder's private accounting that her own accountants had never seen.
He had come down expecting to be fired, prosecuted, or thrown off the building. She did the one thing he had not prepared a face for.
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