the nervous young lawyer standing behind Daniel. “A trust registered in the Cayman Islands.”
The young lawyer took an involuntary step backward, clearly wanting no part in the unfolding legal catastrophe. Daniel slammed his fist onto the table, trying to summon one last burst of his old boardroom authority.
“That was my personal compensation!” Daniel shouted, his voice cracking with panic. “The acquisition contract entitled me to a severance package upon the successful completion of the corporate handover!”
Evan shook his head gradually, turning a page in the dossier with measured calm. “The severance package was contingent upon the accuracy of your financial statements, Daniel. You lied on every single page.”
Evan slid the top document down the polished table, stopping directly in front of Daniel. “You hid thirty-four million dollars in unsecured liabilities beneath fraudulent shell companies you created last winter.”
Daniel glanced at the document, his knees visibly
