Chapter 8 - The PasswordMarcus returned to the company building the following morning.
For twelve years, the place had felt like an extension of his family.
Now it felt like a crime scene.
Employees looked up as he crossed the lobby.
Rumors had already begun.
Caleb’s office door was closed.
Marcus did not approach it.
Detective Grant had specifically told him not to.
Instead he entered his own office and stared at his computer.
“How did you get in?”
The company’s IT director, Samuel, stood behind him.
“What?”
“My security account.”
Samuel frowned.
“I don’t know.”
“Can you find out?”
“Probably.”
“Do it.”
Samuel hesitated.
“Is this about Caleb?”
Marcus looked at him.
“Why would you ask that?”
Samuel’s face changed.
“Nothing.”
“Sam.”
“I don’t want to be involved.”
“You already are.”
Samuel closed the door.
“Caleb asked for your system password last year.”
Marcus stared.
“What?”
“He said you authorized it.”
“I didn’t.”
“He needed access during the audit.”
“Why didn’t you ask me?”
“I did.”
“When?”
“Email.”
Marcus searched his inbox.
Nothing.
Samuel stepped closer.
“That’s weird.”
“What?”
“I remember sending it.”
“Show me.”
Samuel checked his sent folder.
There it was.
An email to Marcus.
Caleb requested temporary administrative access. Please confirm.
Marcus had never seen it.
Then Samuel opened the message details.
A reply had been sent from Marcus’s account twelve minutes later.
Approved. Give him full access.
Marcus felt sick.
“I didn’t write that.”
Samuel went pale.
They called Grant.
Within an hour, a forensic technician arrived.
The technician explained that Marcus’s email had been configured with an auto-forwarding rule that sent certain messages to another address and then deleted them from his inbox.
“What address?”
The technician read it.
Marcus recognized it.
Caleb’s private company account.
Marcus stared at the computer.
For at least a year, Caleb had been reading messages meant for him.
Approving requests.
Deleting warnings.
Controlling what Marcus knew.
Sarah had been right.
Marcus had not simply trusted Caleb.
He had allowed Caleb to build a wall around him.
The office door opened.
Caleb stood there.
Everyone froze.
“What’s going on?”
Grant stepped forward.
“We need access to your company devices.”
Caleb looked at Marcus.
“You brought police into our business?”
Marcus said nothing.
“Our business,” Caleb repeated.
Marcus stood.
“You used my email.”
Caleb laughed.
“What?”
“You used my password.”
“Marcus.”
“You borrowed against my house.”
“That was authorized.”
“No.”
“You’re scared. Sarah is scared. Everybody is looking for someone to blame.”
“You forged her too.”
Caleb’s eyes narrowed.
“That’s what she told you?”
“The bank told me.”
Grant interrupted.
“Mr. Caleb, I’m advising you not to discuss evidence without counsel.”
Caleb ignored her.
He stepped closer to Marcus.
“Do you know what happens if this company collapses?”
Marcus stared at him.
“People lose jobs.”
“Yes.”
“Families lose insurance.”
“Yes.”
“Your mother loses retirement income.”
“Yes.”
“And you still think this is about your feelings?”
Marcus’s jaw tightened.
“It’s about stealing.”
Caleb leaned closer.
“It’s about survival.”
The room went silent.
Marcus whispered.
“So you admit it.”
Caleb realized his mistake.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t need to.”
Caleb turned toward Grant.
“I want my attorney.”
“That would be wise.”
As officers escorted him toward his office to retrieve devices, Caleb looked back.
“You think Sarah saved your family?”
Marcus did not respond.
Caleb smiled.
“She’s the reason this is happening now.”
Marcus took one step forward.
Grant blocked him with her arm.
“Don’t.”
Caleb continued walking.
Marcus hated the satisfaction on his face.
That evening, Sarah came home from the hospital.
She moved slowly.
Jaden met her at the door and wrapped his arms around her.
Sarah cried into his hair.
Marcus watched them.
For the first time in days, the house felt almost normal.
Then Sarah noticed a white envelope on the kitchen counter.
“What’s that?”
Marcus had found it wedged beneath the front door.
No stamp.
No return address.
Inside was a photocopy of a financial statement.
Marcus handed it to her.
Sarah read it.
Her face changed.
“What?”
She looked at him.
“This account is in your mother’s name.”
Marcus frowned.
The statement showed repeated payments.
Thousands of dollars.
All from one of Caleb’s shell companies.
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