Chapter 62 The Web Of Deception

• Mariana moved like a shadow through Catalina’s private office, the air thick with the scent of aged leather and expensive perfume. The dim glow of the desk lamp flickered against the polished mahogany furniture, casting long, restless shadows across the room. Her pulse drummed in her ears as she slipped on a pair of gloves and eased open the top drawer of Catalina’s desk. Papers rustled beneath her fingertips, but nothing immediately stood out, just ledgers, invoices, routine business correspondence.
• Then she spotted it. A folder marked with Catalina’s elegant handwriting, deceptively simple: Confidential.
• Her breath hitched as she flipped it open. At first, it was just financial statements, but then the truth unraveled in cold, inked letters, transfers traced to offshore accounts, transactions funneled under shell companies. But the real bombshell lay in a series of encrypted emails. Mariana’s fingers trembled as she scrolled through the exchanges between Catalina and Navarro.