Page 52 of Billionaire Corruption

“Looks like stuff is happening at work,” I said, sounding vague.

“At Ladden?” she asked, knowingly. I’d told her some of what was going on, with the investigation.

I nodded. “How strongly do you feel about that job?” She asked.

I didn’t know how to answer it.

“You may have to pick a side,” she said.

I had already chosen though. I had picked Paul. Whatever side he was on. I was with him. The weekend had confirmed it. Even if the coffee shop in Port Victoria didn’t work out, I knew that we would be together, and it would be fine. I could find another job here, or wherever. It didn’t really matter, as long as we were together.

“I have to go see Mr. Henderson,” I said, leaving the apartment, quickly kissing her cheek.

On the way, I called a colleague on the team, asking what was happening at the office.

“Oh, my God! You won’t believe it,” she whispered excitedly. “Documents are going missing, and people are shouting at each other behind locked doors. It’s like in the movies!”

“But I don’t understand. How could the documents go missing?”

“The email was deleted, it is missing from the server. A printout was made but nobody can find it. It simply vanished into thin air!”

So, someone had been going through our documents at the office.

They knew I had given them the files.

I got a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach.

As I spotted Mr. Henderson in the restaurant, my mouth went dry. I didn’t really know how to handle this kind of situation. I had never exactly had to deal with anything like this before. It seemed like Annie’s Place and Port Victoria were a million miles away, as if all of that had been a dream.

I wished Paul was here, to tell me what to do.

“Hello Grace, sit down.” Mr. Henderson was quiet and well-spoken and had always been very polite towards me.

“Would you like a coffee? I’ll get you one,” he said before I could answer, calling a waitress over.

He cleared his throat. “The Ladden investigation appears to be hitting a dead end,” he then said.

That surprised me.

“Oh?”

“Mmm… We were making some headway, but then documents went missing. Do you know anything about that?”

“No,” I said truthfully.

“But they came from you, correct?”

“Yes.”

“How did you get hold of them?” he asked me, his watery eyes fixed on me.

“I’d rather not say. They… were given to me in confidence,” I said.

“I understand. But we need to verify their accuracy. See if there are any more leads.”

I looked down.

“I understand from your supervisor that you have been away from your desk quite a lot.”

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