The night felt unusually still as the group huddled around a laptop in the safe house, their attention locked on the screen.
Emily had already combed through the files, and her face betrayed the gravity of what she was reading.
"This is worse than I thought," she said, her voice tight with frustration. "Isabelle's been involved in more than just corporate fraud.
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This goes way beyond anything we've anticipated. She's been laundering money for global cartels, funding covert operations in several countries."
Grant moved in closer, his gaze narrowing as he scanned the screen over Emily's shoulder. "How much of this is traceable? Can we prove it?"
Emily hesitated for a moment before responding. "Enough to bring down entire governments.
