Behind him stood a broad-shouldered woman in a windbreaker stamped with three yellow letters: FBI.

Mark let out a strangled whimper and slid out of his chair onto his knees. “M-Mr. Sterling…”

Arthur Sterling was the ruthless Director of Corporate Compliance at Summit Engineering — Mark’s ultimate superior.

The woman flashed a gold badge. “Special Agent Harris, Federal Bureau of Investigation. Richard, Mark — you’ll both remain exactly where you are.”

The relatives froze in terror as the family shame escalated from a domestic dispute into a federal raid.

Sterling stepped in, nodded once to Harrison, and turned a look of absolute zero on Mark. “Yesterday, Mr. Harrison provided my department and the Bureau with a photocopy of a financial ledger linking you to Horizon Builders.”