I nodded, bracing myself.
“We’ve completed our review,” she said. “There are... severe discrepancies. The most critical involve transactions with Winston’s Corp.”
That name alone set off alarms in my head.
“Steel Corp is missing two hundred and ninety-six million,” she continued. “There’s nearly a billion in unpaid loans and wages. And three of your corporate accounts have been drained by anonymous withdrawals over the last five years—amounting to over six billion.”
My chest tightened.
“If this pattern continues, Alpha... Steel Corp will be bankrupt in less than a year.”
A long silence passed.
“Can you come to the Nighthorn Mansion?” I asked her. “We need to go over this with my father. Mara and I only took over recently.”
She nodded. “I’ll be there shortly.”
The call ended. For a
