I finally switched it to silent.
I was not going to answer Adrian yet.
The medical report was only the first thing he needed to understand.
The rest was waiting for him at Whitmore Meridian.
I checked into a hotel under my maiden name.
The suite was modest by Whitmore standards.
That felt good.
I put my suitcase on the bed.
Then I removed the encrypted drive.
Inside were three months of records.
Corporate card statements.
Wire transfers.
Invoices.
Emails.
Building access logs.
Penthouse lease documents.
Bianca’s medical expenses.
Luxury nursery furniture.
Private car services.
Jewelry.
A hospital deposit.
All paid through entities connected to Whitmore Meridian.
Adrian thought I knew about the affair because I had become suspicious.
That was not true.
I knew because the compliance system I built had flagged his spending.
It had been designed to catch exactly this kind of concealment.
He had used consulting invoices from a company called Northbridge Advisory.
