I leaned over the table, my eyes scanning the evidence. There were photos of Vanessa meeting with shady characters in dimly lit restaurants, financial records showing questionable transactions, and even a few emails that hinted at her manipulation of other business rivals.
"Where did you get all this?" I asked, impressed at all this..
Nathan smirked. "Let's just say Vanessa isn't as careful as she thinks she is. People talk when the price is right."
Michael nodded, his expression grim. "Can we use this to pressure her?"
Nathan hesitated. "Not yet. These are breadcrumbs, not a smoking gun. We need something irrefutable—something that ties her directly to illegal activity. That's what I'll be working on."
I sat back, overwhelmed by the sheer scale of Vanessa's deceit. "And in the meantime?" she asked, looking at Michael.