“Central storage hasn’t logged a ledger transfer since November, Victor.

I checked the central records vault index an hour ago.”

“Then it got misfiled in transit for the time being,” Victor answered without a blink.

“Little administrative slips like that happen during company-wide reviews.”

I smoothed the palm of my left leather glove over the dark oak table.

Under the black calfskin, my plain gold wedding ring dug hard into my skin, but neither Victor nor Paige could see it.

“Find that missing audit file by morning, Victor,” I said.

“We don’t restructure one shipping line until every dollar is accounted for.”

Victor gathered up his papers with slow, quiet care, tapping their edges on the table.

“You’re letting personal stress cloud your business judgment, Lucas.

Ever since Hannah left Detroit three months ago, your focus has been divided.”

I gave him no answer.

I let the silence spread across the conference room until Victor pushed back his heavy leather chair and walked out into the carpeted hall.

“He’s hiding something in those missing audit files, Lucas,” Paige said, lowering her voice as she checked her watch again.