In his penthouse, Ethan spread Naomi's documents across his desk, his enhanced intelligence absorbing every detail. His fingers traced patterns in the financial reports that made his eyes narrow with recognition when spotting something off.
"The rot goes deeper,"
he muttered, body tensing as each file revealed darker secrets - money laundering through production budgets, talented actors being blacklisted, writers threatened into silence.
His enhanced vision caught details others would miss: smudged signatures on forced contracts, timestamps on security footage showing late-night "meetings" with terrified creatives, bank transfers that vanished into shadow accounts.
"Time to see it firsthand,"
he murmured, reaching for his phone. His fingers moved swiftly across the screen as he composed the message to Naomi.
The entertainment company received notice: the Godly Investor's personal supervisor would be conducting an inspection today.
