More than inconsistencies.
Patterns.
Transfers.
False reports.
Hidden accounts.
He turned a corner and nearly collided with Janelle.
She was cleaning the windows.
Harrison stared at her.
“You're still here?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You should have been fired hours ago.”
“Mr. Walsh allowed me to finish my shift.”
“Mr. Walsh doesn't make decisions for me.”
He stepped closer.
“You need to leave.”
Janelle remained calm.
“Are you threatening me?”
“I'm giving you advice.”
He leaned closer.
“People who cross me don't do well in this city.”
Janelle looked directly into his eyes.
“Is that all?”
Harrison grabbed her arm.
A security officer appeared immediately.
“Sir, let her go.”
Harrison released her.
Red marks were already appearing on Janelle's skin.
Marcus Thompson, the security officer, took photographs.
“You need to report this.”
“I will.”
Marcus looked at her carefully.
“You're building a case, aren't you?”
Janelle didn't answer.
She didn't need to.
The Door Opens
At 2:30 p.m., fifteen investors and board members gathered for an emergency meeting.
Harrison stood before them.
Charts covered the screen behind him.
He was explaining offshore accounts when the conference-room door opened.
Everyone turned.
Janelle walked in.
But she was no longer wearing a cleaning uniform.
She wore a charcoal-gray suit.
Her hair was down.
She carried a leather briefcase.
Harrison stared at her.
“What is this?”
Three people entered behind her.
A federal investigator.
Two police officers.
And a senior state official.
Janelle placed her briefcase on the table.
“Good afternoon.”
Harrison's face went pale.
“Security!”
“No one is coming,” Janelle said.
She opened the briefcase.
“My name is Janelle Summers Winters.”
She placed a business card on the table.
“I am an attorney.”
Harrison stared at the card.
Janelle continued.
“For the past six months, I've been working undercover as an employee in this building.”
Silence.
“I was investigating complaints of workplace discrimination.”
She placed one folder on the table.
“Then I discovered financial fraud.”
Another folder.
“Then money laundering.”
Another.
“Then falsified reports.”
Harrison shook his head.
“This is entrapment.”
“No.”
Janelle looked directly at him.
“I didn't make you steal.”
She placed a USB drive on the table.
“I didn't make you falsify reports.”
Another document.
“I didn't make you hide twelve million dollars.”
Then she pointed toward her bruised arm.
“And I certainly didn't make you assault me.”
The Arrest
The room erupted.
Harrison stood.
“You can't do this.”
The federal investigator stepped forward.