He Burned the Boardroom Evidence to Ruin Me, But My Secret Ally Saved Everything

The Trap is Sprung

As the last embers of the contract drifted onto the polished table, Frank extinguished them with his leather folder, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.

"It's gone, Martha," Frank sneered. "Without that paper, you have no proof. Pack your bags."

But Martha did not cry. Instead, she lowered her hands and looked at Kevin, who slowly pushed his reading glasses up his nose. A calm, knowing smile replaced his shock. Barbara leaned back, folding her arms. They weren't looking at the ashes; they were looking at Frank.

Kevin reached into his briefcase and placed a sleek tablet on the table, turning it toward the stunned CEO. On the screen, a high-definition live stream of the boardroom was playing, capturing Frank’s crime from three different hidden camera angles. "We knew you would try something like this, Frank," Martha said, her voice steady and powerful.

Barbara opened her laptop.

"Every contract, email, and agreement has been backed up on a secure cloud server. And this live feed was just broadcast directly to the federal fraud investigators."

Frank’s face drained of color. Before he could speak, the heavy boardroom doors swung open. Two federal agents in dark suits stepped into the room, badges glinting under the dim lights. They announced they had a warrant for Frank’s arrest on charges of corporate fraud and embezzlement. Cornered and desperate, Frank’s mind snapped. He grabbed a heavy glass water carafe from the table, smashed it against the timber, and pointed the jagged shards at Kevin.

"Back off!" Frank screamed, his eyes wild with terror. "Or I swear I'll end him right here!"