Chapter 6 - The Price of Silence

Leonard arrived at Marcus’s office at noon.
No lawyer.
No assistant.
No jacket.
Marcus had rarely seen his brother look tired.
Today Leonard looked older than forty-nine.
Maya sat near the window with a legal pad.
Leonard noticed her.
“I asked for a private conversation.”
Marcus answered, “This company doesn’t need more private conversations.”
Leonard laughed bitterly.
“So that’s how it is.”
Marcus placed the Northline agreement on the desk.
“How is it?”
Leonard saw the document.
His face changed.
Maya watched every movement.
Leonard picked it up.
“Where did you get this?”
“That isn’t the question.”
“It matters legally.”
“You’re talking to two lawyers.”
Marcus gestured toward Maya.
“One of them happens to be related to you.”
Leonard dropped the paper.
“Yes, I received money.”
Maya’s pen stopped.
Marcus had expected denial.
The admission unsettled him more.
“How much?”
“About six hundred thousand.”
“Six hundred eighty thousand according to the current records.”
Leonard looked irritated.
“Then why ask?”
“Because I wanted to know whether you’d lie.”
Leonard’s nostrils flared.
Marcus continued.
“For what?”
“Advisory work.”
“On my company?”
“On a potential transaction.”
“A transaction I rejected.”
“You rejected it before understanding it.”
“So you got paid to keep pursuing it secretly?”
Leonard stood.
“No. I was compensated for work outside my normal CFO responsibilities.”
Maya asked, “Was the board informed?”
Leonard ignored her.
She repeated the question.
“No.”
“Was Marcus informed?”
“No.”
“Was the compensation committee?”
“No.”
Maya wrote something.
Leonard looked at her.
“Stop performing.”
“I’m creating a record.”
“You’ve wanted me gone for years.”
Maya’s expression stayed controlled.
“That isn’t true.”
“You think I’m some leftover uncle taking up a seat you deserve.”
Marcus interrupted.
“Enough.”
Leonard turned toward him.
“You want the truth? Fine. Adrian brought Meridian to me because Crown is overvalued inside your head.”
Marcus stayed still.
“It makes money.”
“It makes money now. Luxury retail changes. Real estate is tying up capital. Construction margins are tightening.”
“So you manipulate reports?”
“I didn’t manipulate anything.”
“Adrian did?”
Leonard hesitated.
Marcus saw it.
“You knew.”
“I knew he used aggressive assumptions.”
“False assumptions.”
“Assumptions.”
Marcus pushed another document forward.
Customer complaint records.
“Did you review these?”
“Yes.”
“Did you delete the videos?”
Leonard looked at the pages.
“No.”
“Your account did.”
“I know.”
“Your phone approved the authentication.”
Leonard’s eyes sharpened.
“My phone?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
Marcus gave him the dates.
Leonard read them.
Something shifted.
He sat down.
“Three of these happened while I was traveling.”
Maya checked her tablet.
“Where?”
“Chicago. Dallas. Boston.”
Maya searched calendar records.
“Chicago is confirmed. You were at a lender conference.”
Marcus looked at her.
“Could his phone have been here?”
Leonard pulled out his current device.
“This isn’t the phone.”
Maya frowned.
“What?”
“I changed phones two months ago.”
Marcus leaned forward.
“Where’s the old one?”
“Corporate IT.”
Maya immediately called Alan.
The answer came quickly.
Leonard’s old device had never been returned.
Leonard looked stunned.
“That’s impossible.”
Marcus asked, “Did you personally return it?”
“I gave it to my assistant.”
“Who?”
“Derek.”
Maya knew the name.
Derek Moss had worked as Leonard’s executive assistant for almost five years.
She called HR.
Derek had resigned seven weeks earlier.
His new employer was listed as Northline Advisory.
The room changed.
Leonard closed his eyes.
Marcus watched him.
“Did Adrian know Derek had your phone?”
“I don’t know.”
“Think.”
Leonard rubbed his forehead.
“The phone had a damaged screen. Derek arranged replacement. He handed me the new one.”
“Did you wipe the old one?”
“No.”
Marcus leaned back.
So Leonard might not have deleted the footage.
That did not clear him.
It only separated one wrongdoing from another.
Maya said, “We need Derek’s access revoked everywhere and preservation notices sent.”
Marcus nodded.
Leonard looked at him.
“You see? I told you this wasn’t me.”
Marcus stared at his brother.
“You accepted secret money tied to selling my company.”
“Our company.”
“No.”
Leonard’s expression hardened.
Marcus rarely said it that way.
“Reed Holdings is ours,” Leonard said.
“You own twelve percent.”
“I gave twenty years to this place.”
“And I paid you.”
Leonard stood again.
“You think money settles everything?”
“You apparently do.”
The words hit.
Leonard stared at him.
Marcus immediately knew he had crossed from investigation into old resentment.
Leonard spoke quietly.
“You want to know why I listened to Adrian?”
Marcus waited.
“Because he was the first person in this company who didn’t speak to me like your little brother.”
Maya looked down.
Marcus said, “So you betrayed me because you wanted respect?”
“I tried to create leverage.”
“You hid compensation.”
“Yes.”
“You supported a transaction I rejected.”
“Yes.”
“You knew Adrian was manipulating operations.”
Leonard hesitated.
“Yes.”
Marcus felt the admission like a door closing.
“Did you know employees were being taught to judge customers by appearance?”
“I knew they were qualifying traffic.”
Marcus’s voice became colder.
“That phrase again.”
“I never approved race-based treatment.”
“You approved a system designed to hide what it was doing.”
Leonard had no answer.
Maya’s phone buzzed.
She read the message and stood.
“We found Derek.”
Marcus looked at her.
“Where?”
“Not physically. His company email archive.”
She turned the screen.
Derek had forwarded hundreds of files from Leonard’s account before resigning.
One email was addressed to Adrian.
Subject:
CONTROL PACKAGE COMPLETE.
The attachment contained trust documents, board voting maps and copies of Leonard’s authentication credentials.
Leonard went white.
Marcus looked at his brother.
May you like
Leonard had betrayed Marcus.
But someone had also been preparing to betray Leonard.