Inside was a hard drive, corporate seals, and a stack of federal tax documents for a company I’d never heard of: Blue Lantern Logistics.

I scanned the papers. Clara was listed as the sole owner and guarantor. But it wasn’t just a loan.

Blue Lantern had been signing off on counterfeit airplane components, using Clara’s identity to bypass safety regulations. Millions of dollars in illegal, untaxed revenue were flowing through it.

If this blew up, Vance Manufacturing would be fine. But Clara would face twenty years in a federal penitentiary for fraud and tax evasion.

My phone buzzed. Julian.

“Eleanor,” he said, tense. “Liam Vance just walked into our corporate lobby. He’s demanding to see the Chairwoman.”