Chapter 5 - The Brother Andre Trusted
Calvin arrived at the company at nine wearing a navy suit and an expression of concern.
Andre had known that expression since childhood.
Their father used to call Calvin “the diplomat.”
When he broke something, he explained it so calmly that people almost apologized to him.
“Rachel knows?”
Calvin asked the question before sitting down.
Andre looked up sharply.
“How do you know?”
“You look terrible.”
Andre did not smile.
Calvin leaned back.
“So she knows.”
“She knows about the transfer and the line of credit.”
“Everything?”
Andre studied his brother.
“What does ‘everything’ mean?”
Calvin’s face remained neutral.
“The financial situation.”
“What else would it mean?”
“Nothing.”
Andre opened a spreadsheet.
“Then help me understand this.”
He rotated the monitor.
Five payments to a vendor called Northline Procurement.
Total: $118,600.
Calvin barely glanced at the screen.
“Materials brokerage.”
“For which projects?”
“I’d have to check.”
“I did.”
Andre’s voice stayed calm.
“Northline appears on six jobs. Three project managers say they never used them.”
“Then the managers forgot.”
“All three?”
Calvin shrugged.
“We process hundreds of invoices.”
Andre watched him.
“Who approved Northline as a vendor?”
“Probably me.”
“Probably?”
Calvin finally showed irritation.
“What are you accusing me of?”
“I asked a question.”
“And I answered.”
“No. You avoided it.”
Calvin stood.
“Look, I know you’re stressed, but don’t turn this into something it isn’t.”
“What is it?”
“A company that had a bad year.”
Andre stared at him.
“Our father’s company.”
Calvin’s expression hardened.
“Our company.”
“Then act like it.”
Calvin grabbed the door handle.
Before leaving, he turned.
“Be careful, Dre.”
Andre disliked the nickname suddenly.
“With what?”
“With making family pay for business problems.”
The door closed.
Andre sat completely still.
Across town, Jordan waited until his parents were at work.
School ended early for teacher conferences.
Rachel believed he was staying in the library with Miles.
He had lied.
The guilt bothered him.
Not enough to stop him.
He took a city bus toward Westfield Industrial Road.
The company warehouse occupied half a block.
Jordan had visited many times as a child.
His grandfather used to let him sit in forklifts after the engines were turned off.
Now the place felt different.
Older.
More secretive.
Jordan walked around the side.
Storage bays lined the rear wall.
W-14.
W-15.
W-16.
W-17.
He stopped.
The brass key fit.
Jordan’s pulse increased.
The door opened inward.
Inside were dusty filing cabinets, two folding tables, old safety equipment and boxes marked with years.
Nothing dramatic.
Jordan felt ridiculous.
He had imagined hidden cash or some criminal evidence.
Instead he saw tax folders.
Blueprint tubes.
An old framed photograph of Andre and Calvin standing beside their father.
Jordan almost left.
Then he noticed a newer cardboard box beneath the table.
No dust.
Written on top in black marker:
ARCHIVE — DO NOT DISCARD
Jordan opened it.
Inside were invoices.
Bank statements.
Printed emails.
One envelope carried Calvin’s handwriting.
Jordan recognized it from birthday cards.
He removed the papers.
The first page showed a business he had never heard of.
NORTHLINE PROCUREMENT LLC.
Registered agent: C. Hayes.
Jordan stared.
Calvin’s last name was Hayes.
His father and Calvin had different mothers and therefore different surnames, something Jordan had never thought much about.
C. Hayes.
Maybe coincidence.
Then he found a canceled check.
Northline Procurement had paid $42,000 to another company.
CH Development Group.
Jordan searched the address on his phone.
The connection was weak inside the warehouse.
He stepped toward the door.
A result loaded.
CH Development Group was registered at a condominium downtown.
The owner listed in an old property record was Calvin Hayes.
Jordan’s throat went dry.
Behind him, metal scraped.
He spun around.
Someone was opening the warehouse’s outer security gate.
Jordan shoved the papers back into the box.
Footsteps approached.
He crouched behind a filing cabinet.
The storage door remained partly open.
A shadow crossed the concrete outside.
Jordan held his breath.
Then he heard a voice.
Calvin.
“Yeah, I’m here now.”
Jordan covered his mouth.
Calvin entered the storage bay.
He walked directly to the cardboard box.
When he lifted the lid, his body went still.
Jordan had replaced the papers.
But not perfectly.
One file was facing the wrong direction.
Calvin slowly turned toward the room.
“Hello?”
Jordan’s heart hammered.
Calvin took one step closer to the filing cabinet.
Then another.
His phone rang.
He stopped.
“What?”
A pause.
“No. Don’t send Andre anything.”
Jordan’s fear became focus.
Calvin turned away.
“Delete the draft and wait until I call you.”
He left the storage room.
Jordan stayed hidden for five full minutes.
When he finally stood, his legs shook.
He looked at the box.
This time he took three pages.
Not the whole file.
Just enough to prove what he had seen.
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