Everyone turned.
Daniela Ruiz rolled into the ballroom in a motorized wheelchair beside her attorney.
Chloe staggered backward.
Marcus stared.
Arthur Montalvo narrowed his eyes.
“Daniela?”
She looked at him.
“I worked in your accounting division until last month.”
Then she moved toward the center of the room.
She didn’t shout.
She didn’t dramatize anything.
She simply told the truth.
She described the rainy night.
The SUV running the light.
The impact.
Waking in intensive care.
Being told she might never walk again.
The representatives who later appeared with money and threats.
The pressure to sign.
The attempt to erase what happened.
Then she held up a flash drive.
“I was already reviewing suspicious vendor transactions before the accident.”
Arthur stared at it.
“I preserved the server logs.”
Her voice remained steady.
“They show exactly who moved the money.”
Marcus’s champagne glass slipped from his hand.
It shattered against the floor.
