Chapter 8 - The Name on the Transfer
Álvaro stared at the screen as if his own name had slapped him.
“I don’t own that company.”
Clara, brought back in with counsel present, gave a quiet laugh.
“How convenient.”
Álvaro ignored her. “Search the corporate registry.”
They did.
The registered email address was fake.
The digital signature was not.
“It’s mine,” Álvaro whispered.
Elena studied the certificate. “Or a copy of yours taken from an old contract.”
Javier turned on Clara. “Who had access?”
“Half the legal department.”
“Names.”
“I’m not your suspect just because a child found a translation discrepancy.”
Alba’s eyes narrowed. “You keep calling it a discrepancy.”
Clara looked at her.
“It’s fraud,” Alba said. “Why won’t you say fraud?”
Nobody spoke.
Clara’s attorney touched her arm.
That tiny movement told Javier more than an argument would have.
Mateo’s security logs were pulled next.
He had accessed the old translation server eleven times in the past year.
He claimed each entry was part of a cybersecurity audit.
But one date matched the creation of Medina Strategic Holdings.
Javier ordered his badge disabled.
Mateo smiled strangely.
“You think this is about me?”
“Isn’t it?”
Mateo looked at Elena.
“You came back two years too late.”
Before the doors closed, he looked at Alba.
“Ask your mother why Arturo Vega died.”
Elena went rigid.
Alba turned slowly.
“Mom?”
Elena said nothing.
“Who was Arturo really?”
“The CFO.”
“That isn’t what I asked.”
Elena sat down.
For the first time all night, she looked defeated.
“Arturo was the person who helped me build the evidence archive.”
“And?”
“He was also your godfather.”
Alba blinked.
“I never had a godfather.”
Elena’s eyes filled.
“Yes, you did.”
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Then she said the sentence she had hidden for two years.
“And the week before he died, he told me Clara wasn’t the person giving the orders.”
