I didn’t look at him.

I simply nodded politely toward the lead federal agent.

“I handed over the physical drives and the signed affidavits to the bureau at 8:00 a.m. this morning,” I stated clearly, making sure my voice carried to the back of the room.

“Tonight’s little gift exchange was just a professional courtesy. I firmly believed that your investors, your friends, and your victims deserved the right to look you straight in the eyes when the truth finally arrived at your doorstep.”

Absolute pandemonium erupted.

Carlo Moretti began screaming at the top of his lungs, demanding his team of corporate lawyers, his face turning a dangerous shade of magenta.