Chapter 3 - The Audit Begins
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By 2:00 AM, the medical team at St. Jude’s Private Hospital confirmed that Claire and the baby were stable, though the impact had caused minor tissue bruising. The official medical report was stamped, signed, and immediately archived by Arthur’s personal legal counsel, Marcus Vance.
In a private suite on the top floor, Claire sat with a blanket over her shoulders, a laptop resting on the table before her. Opposite her sat Arthur Bellamy and Marcus Vance.
"The drive contains three years of transaction ledgers from Apex Logistics LLC," Claire explained, pointing to the screen. "It's a Delaware entity registered under Vanessa Hale’s cousin. Daniel authorized quarterly payments for 'consulting services' that were never rendered. The money was funneled directly into offshore accounts used to buy votes for the government defense expansion bill."
Marcus Vance scanned the document lines, his expression growing serious. "This isn't just corporate malfeasance. This is federal wire fraud and treason if the defense contracts were manipulated."
"Daniel thought I was spending my afternoons choosing nursery furniture," Claire said, her voice steady. "He forgot that before I married him, I worked four years as a senior forensic auditor for Deloitte."
Arthur leaned back, resting his hands on his cane. "Why didn't you go to the authorities earlier, Claire?"
"I needed complete proof," she replied. "And until tonight, I hoped Daniel was merely foolish, not complicit. But when he calculated the cost of defending his wife against a politician's daughter, I realized he was in on it from the beginning."
Meanwhile, across town at the Whitmore headquarters, the lights were ablaze on the 40th floor. Daniel Whitmore paced his office, a glass of water untouched on his desk. Vanessa stood near the window, frantically dialing numbers on her phone.
"My father says the video is trending on three platforms," Vanessa said, her voice thin with anxiety. "The board members are refusing to take my calls."
"Shut up, Vanessa," Daniel snapped, stopping by his desk. "You ruined a three-year restructuring plan because you couldn't control yourself for two hours."
"She was looking at me like she owned the place!" Vanessa retorted. "She knew about Apex! She gave me a look right before the toast—"
"Because she did know!" Daniel slammed his palm onto the desk. "Bellamy doesn't call emergency board sessions for personal drama. She gave him something. If Arthur Bellamy dumps his position tomorrow morning, Whitmore stock will crash thirty percent before the opening bell."
The phone on Daniel’s desk rang. It was the lead director of the board, Thomas Sterling.
Daniel answered, forcing a steady tone. "Thomas. I'm glad you called."
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"Daniel," Sterling's voice was cold. "Don't come to the office tomorrow morning. The board is convening at Arthur Bellamy's private residence at 7:00 AM. Your presence is not required unless summoned."
The line went dead. Daniel slowly lowered the receiver, realizing the walls were closing in faster than he had ever anticipated.
