“Good. I have some meetings to attend to. Mr. Caldwell will be going over some details on legal issues with you all and... other pertinent information you should know. None of that leaves this room.” He exited swiftly and left us to our devices.

Dave pulled out a device from his bag and set it on the table.

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“This secures the room. Feel free to speak plainly.”

Reaper set a knife on the table. “This also secures the room.”

Brent tore open the envelope with a knife of his own, cutting it with precision in anticipation of what he was to find within the pages. I hoped the list wasn’t long, but that was a pipe dream. There was a chess game afoot, and we were catching ourselves up to speed. The papers were spread out with profiles of each person deemed suspicious.

“This is the list of everyone potentially involved?” He looked to me.

“From the last time I spoke to him, he was developing a list of everyone who had authorization to access documents pertaining to what Sylvia might be planning. Some of these people dealt directly with the paperwork she moved back and forth between herself and the company. Lots of documents with my forged signature. I’m hoping we have a thumb drive with the documents along with these names. James, do you have that?”

“I will by end of day.”

“Good,” I noted. “This has been a plan in motion since my mother died. This has been years of work. She kept me quiet in her home until I was eighteen and she still has certain powers over me until I’m twenty-one. Transitioning myself to CEO will be a feat if we can do it.”

He pondered on that while browsing the profiles and handing them off to his two men. The gears in his head were turning over the information, formulating a plan of attack. “I’m still trying to find the connection to everything at large. Nothing is an isolated event.”

“What do you mean?”

“There’s been infighting for years. I assumed it was because of your company becoming weaker before you took over, but something else has to be going on.”

Reaper laughed at that. “Nothing classic interrogation can’t fix. Look at all the toys we have to beat on until we figure it out.”

“How do we figure out where to start?”

Brent placed his hand over mine. “Welcome to my sect of the world, Blondie. This is where we excel at things. You won't have to worry about a thing because we will figure this out.”