The Next Day

“That miserable bastard,” I hiss, slamming my hand on the desk as I go through all the evidence Kalet gathered. “Do you think there’s any way to frame him? To make him confess that Lefebvre has been behind all of this?”

“Doubt it. All we’ve got are records of those transfers—and conveniently, every single one lines up with the launch dates of your new products. Lefebvre always ‘released’ them first. There’s no doubt he’s the one who's been betraying ...