At 6:14 the following morning, Daniel's phone vibrated across the kitchen counter while he was attempting to make pancakes quietly enough not to wake Sophie.
He looked at the screen.
Unknown number.
Normally he would have ignored it.
After the previous night, nothing felt normal.
He answered.
"Daniel Mercer."
Silence.
Then a man's voice, low and hurried.
"Don't trust your board."
Daniel stopped moving.
"Who is this?"
"You don't have much time."
The pancake began burning.
Daniel switched off the burner.
"What are you talking about?"
"The Bellmont House investigation wasn't supposed to happen."
Daniel's attention sharpened.
"How do you know about that?"
"Vanessa wasn't running the real operation."
"What operation?"
"Complaints. Employee discipline. Financial transfers. Missing records."
Daniel looked toward the hallway.
Sophie's bedroom door remained closed.
"Where are you?"
"I can't tell you."
"Then tell me your name."
The caller ignored him.
"Someone knew you were going to Bellmont House."
Only Richard and a tiny group of executives had known Daniel intended to investigate personally.
"Who?"
The line went dead.
Daniel immediately called back.
Disconnected.
He stood motionless in the kitchen.
Someone knew details that had not been released.
Someone knew about the financial irregularities.
And someone believed the board itself was compromised.
"Daddy?"
Daniel turned.
Sophie stood in the hallway wearing pink pajamas, her hair flattened on one side and sticking straight upward on the other.
She sniffed.
"Something's burning."
Daniel looked at the pan.
"Breakfast."
"Is breakfast supposed to be black?"
"Not traditionally."
She climbed onto a stool.
"Mommy made better pancakes."
"Your mother set an unfairly high standard."
Sophie grinned.
Daniel threw the ruined pancake away and started again.
She watched him.
"Was that the restaurant?"
"What?"
"The phone."
"No."
"Then why do you look worried?"
Daniel poured fresh batter into the pan.
Children noticed what adults believed they were hiding.
He had learned that after Anna died.
"Sometimes you find one problem," he said, "and then discover another problem underneath it."
Sophie nodded solemnly.
"Like my room."
"Exactly."
"When I clean under my bed, I find old problems."
Daniel laughed despite himself.
"That's one way of describing it."
"Are you going to fix the restaurant problem?"
"I'm going to try."
Sophie reached for the syrup.
Daniel caught it before she could drown her pancake.
"Reasonable amount."
"This is reasonable."
"That is enough syrup to alter international trade."
She poured less.
By eight o'clock, Sophie was at school with strict instructions that only Daniel or an already authorized family member could collect her.
At 8:03, Daniel entered Bellmont Hospitality headquarters.
Conversations quieted as he crossed the lobby.
News traveled quickly.
He took the private elevator to the executive floor.
Richard was waiting.
"You look terrible," Richard said.
"Thank you."
"You sleep?"
"Not enough."
Richard handed him coffee.
Daniel took it.
"Someone called me."
Richard's expression changed.
Daniel repeated the warning.
When he mentioned missing financial records, Richard looked away.
Daniel noticed.
"What haven't you told me?"
Richard opened the boardroom door.
Inside sat Marcus Whitmore, Bellmont Hospitality's chief financial officer, along with three directors.
Daniel stopped.
"Why is the CFO here?"
Marcus stood.
"We found something."
Daniel entered.
The door closed.
Marcus pushed a folder across the conference table.
"Bellmont House has financial irregularities extending beyond Vanessa's expense reports."
"How much?"
"Our current estimate is approximately four hundred eighty thousand dollars."
Daniel stared at him.
"Stolen?"
"We can't establish that yet."
"Where did it go?"
"Some appears under vendor expenses. Some as consulting fees. Some was disguised through refunds and bonuses."
Daniel opened the folder.
Transaction after transaction filled the pages.
One company appeared repeatedly.
Northbridge Advisory.
Daniel looked at Marcus.
"Who are they?"
"We don't know."
"You don't know who we've paid twelve times?"
"There is no valid vendor contract in our central system."
Daniel turned another page.
Every payment had received electronic approval.
He examined the authorization code.
His stomach tightened.
"My account approved these."
Marcus nodded.
"I know."
"I didn't approve them."
"We know that too."
Daniel closed the folder.
"Who can authorize transactions through my executive profile?"
Marcus answered carefully.
"Technically, four offices could obtain emergency authorization access."
"Names."
"Yours."
"Obviously."
"Mine."
Daniel nodded.
"Richard's."
Richard said nothing.
"And the chief operating officer."
Daniel looked up.
"Gregory."
Marcus nodded.
Gregory Shaw.
His father's former business partner.
Eleven years at Bellmont.
The man who had taken responsibility for daily operations after Anna's death.
The man who had repeatedly told Daniel to stay home with Sophie.
Daniel remembered something else.
"Who recommended Vanessa?"
Nobody answered.
They didn't need to.
"Gregory," Daniel said.
Richard nodded.
"Yes."
"Who reviewed the earlier complaints against her?"
"His office."
Daniel stood.
"Where is he?"
Marcus checked his watch.
"He hasn't arrived."
Gregory was almost always in the building before eight.
Daniel's phone vibrated.
Unknown number.
A message.
Don't confront Gregory yet.
Daniel showed Richard.
Another message arrived.
Check the guest complaint filed March 17.
Daniel looked up.
"Pull March seventeenth."
Richard opened his laptop.
A minute later he found the record.
Anonymous complaint.
Bellmont House.
The writer alleged that Vanessa ranked guests according to appearance, pressured employees to focus on wealthy customers, and deleted complaints.
"There are attachments," Richard said.
"Open them."
The first was a photograph.
Vanessa stood inside a Bellmont House office.
Beside her was Gregory Shaw.
A spreadsheet filled the computer screen.
Guest names appeared in rows.
Colored marks sat beside them.
Green.
Red.
Dollar amounts.
Marcus leaned closer.
"What are they doing?"
Daniel already knew.
"Ranking customers."
Richard opened an audio attachment.
Vanessa's voice filled the boardroom.
She asked whether corporate would investigate.
Gregory answered that corporate wouldn't interfere while Bellmont House produced strong numbers.
Daniel's jaw tightened.
Then came the sentence that changed everything.
Gregory referred to Daniel as distracted by fatherhood.
Vanessa asked how long they could continue.
Gregory answered that they had time until the ownership structure changed.
Richard paused the recording.
Daniel stared at the laptop.
"Ownership structure?"
Nobody spoke.
Then Daniel remembered.
Six months earlier, Gregory had brought him a restructuring proposal.
Daniel had been rushing to Sophie's school performance.
Gregory had described it as administrative housekeeping, something that would allow the executive group to handle more routine decisions without bothering Daniel.
Daniel had read enough to dislike it.
He had refused to sign.
"Find the restructuring proposal."
Richard searched the corporate archive.
His expression slowly changed.
"It was filed."
Daniel stared.
"No."
"It was."
"I rejected it."
Richard turned the screen.
The document appeared.
At the bottom was Daniel's signature.
It looked perfect.
Daniel leaned closer.
"I didn't sign that."
Marcus stood.
"Could it have been an electronic approval?"
"No."
Daniel remembered the paper.
He remembered sliding it back across his desk.
He remembered Gregory saying they could discuss it another time.
"This is forged."
Richard examined the filing record.
"It's notarized."
"By whom?"
Richard clicked into the authentication record.
Then he stopped.
Daniel saw the color leave his face.
"Richard."
No answer.
"Who notarized it?"
Richard slowly rotated the laptop.
Daniel read the name.
Elaine Mercer.
His body went cold.
For several seconds he couldn't speak.
"That's impossible."
Marcus looked confused.
Richard knew immediately.
"Elaine was your wife?"
Daniel nodded.
"My wife died three years ago."
The boardroom fell silent.
Daniel stared at the name.
Someone had not merely forged his signature.
They had used the identity of his dead wife to validate it.
His hands began trembling.
"Who has access to Anna's old identification records?"
Marcus shook his head.
"Personnel archives, perhaps legal, possibly executive administration."
Richard began searching.
Daniel barely heard him.
He remembered Anna at their kitchen table late at night.
Anna closing her laptop when he entered.
Anna telling him not to worry about work.
Anna leaving headquarters on the rainy evening she died.
A traffic accident.
That was what the police had said.
That was what Daniel had believed for three years.
His phone rang.
This time he recognized the number.
Claire.
Anna's sister.
He answered.
"Claire?"
She was crying.
Daniel stood.
"What's wrong?"
"I should have called you months ago."
His grip tightened around the phone.
"About what?"
"I found something of Anna's."
Daniel couldn't breathe for a moment.
"What?"
"A letter."
The room seemed to recede.
"Where?"
"Her old safety-deposit box."
"When did you find it?"
"A few months ago."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't understand it."
Daniel looked at the forged document bearing his dead wife's name.
"What does it say?"
Claire began crying harder.
"Daniel, Anna knew."
"Knew what?"
"That money was disappearing from Bellmont."
Daniel closed his eyes.
Richard and Marcus were watching him.
"Did she know who was taking it?"
Claire hesitated.
"She named someone."
"Who?"
"Gregory Shaw."
Daniel opened his eyes.
The photograph.
The recording.
Vanessa.
Northbridge Advisory.
The forged restructuring proposal.
Pieces that had seemed unrelated were beginning to connect.
But Claire wasn't finished.
"There's something else."
Daniel's voice lowered.
"What?"
"Anna wrote that Gregory wasn't the only person she was afraid of."
Daniel looked around the boardroom.
Three directors.
Marcus.
Richard.
A locked door.
"Who else?"
"She didn't give me another name."
Daniel exhaled.
Then Claire said, "She gave me yours."
His heart lurched.
"What do you mean?"
"She wrote that if something happened to her, I had to make sure you understood something."
Daniel couldn't move.
"What?"
Claire struggled to get the words out.
"She said you shouldn't trust anyone inside Bellmont until you knew who was involved."
Daniel looked first at Richard.
Then Marcus.
Neither man spoke.
He turned toward the window.
Three years earlier, Anna had driven away from Bellmont headquarters in heavy rain.
She never came home.
Daniel had accepted the police explanation because grief had left him with no strength for questions.
Now somebody had forged his signature.
Somebody had used Anna's identity after her death.
Somebody had stolen nearly half a million dollars.
Somebody had protected Vanessa.
And somebody had warned him not to trust his own board.
Daniel pressed the phone harder against his ear.
"Claire."
"Yes?"
"Do you still have the letter?"
"Yes."
"Don't take it anywhere."
"Daniel—"
"Don't show anyone. Don't photograph it. Don't tell anyone else you found it."
Her breathing became unsteady.
"You're frightening me."
"I'm frightened too."
Richard stood.
Daniel raised a hand, stopping him.
"Claire, lock your door."
Silence.
Then she whispered, "Someone came to my apartment last night."
Daniel's blood went cold.
"Who?"
"I don't know."
"Did they get inside?"
"No."
"Where are you now?"
"At a friend's."
"Stay there."
"Daniel, there's more."
"What?"
"The letter wasn't the only thing in the box."
Daniel closed his eyes.
"What else?"
"A flash drive."
Nobody in the boardroom moved.
Daniel stared at the forged document carrying Anna's name.
The restaurant confrontation had begun with one manager deciding that a father in muddy boots did not belong at a good table.
Less than twelve hours later, it had led to stolen money, falsified corporate records, a compromised executive structure, and a warning written by Daniel's wife before she died.
He had spent three years believing Anna's death belonged to the past.
Now he understood something far more dangerous.
Whatever she had discovered was still alive inside Bellmont Hospitality.
And someone had just realized Daniel was finally looking for it.
Click here to continue reading: PART 5: Anna’s Flash Drive Contains a Hidden Ledger, but the First Name Daniel Recognizes Belongs to Someone Still Sitting in His Boardroom
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