“What else did you hear?” he pressed, standing up now, urgency coursing through him.
“He was talking about documents. Something about framing you,” she whispered, her voice shaking as she toyed with a loose thread on her uniform.
“Documents?” Jonathan repeated, panic rising. “What kind?”
“I don’t know, but I think I can help. I have something—something I was saving for a rainy day,” she said, pulling a small flash drive from her pocket.
“What’s on that?”
“Evidence, Jonathan. Evidence of Marcus’s wrongdoing. He’s been taking money from the company for years. I heard him bragging about it once,” she said, her voice gaining strength. “If we can expose him, maybe you can save your company.”
Hope flickered in Jonathan’s chest, but it was quickly swallowed by anxiety. “This is risky, Sophie. If Marcus finds out…”
“I don’t care,” she insisted, determination shining through her fear. “I won’t let him ruin everything. I know how much this means to you.”
