"It's an addendum, counselor," Elena said evenly, her fingers tapping a sequence on the control console. "A comprehensive forensic audit covering all shadow subsidiaries operated under Vivienne Sinclair's personal tax identification number over the past forty-eight months."
The screen scrolled down, displaying bank routing numbers, offshore wire transfers, falsified logistics receipts, and signed authorization forms bearing Vivienne's signature.
Vivienne’s face drained of color in an instant. The triumphant aura evaporated, replaced by a sudden, frantic panic. She looked toward her attorney, her voice pitching upward. "It’s a forgery! They altered those documents! Henderson, do something!"
Henderson stared at the data streams, his legal bravado instantly deflating as he recognized the cryptographic signatures of federal bank audits. He slowly backed away from the screen, closing his leather folder. "Mrs. Sinclair, you didn't mention an active forensic investigation..."
"Look at the bottom line, Marcus," Arthur said, his eyes fixed on his son.
Marcus slowly turned his head toward the screen. At the very bottom of the ledger, highlighted in bold red text, was the total outstanding restitution demanded by the holding corporation: