I found them sleeping on a marble bench inside my bank—one exhausted mother and a six-year-old girl hugging a torn rabbit.

hissed. “I have senators on speed dial.”

I stood.

Every eye turned toward me.

“You had senators,” I said. “You also had shell companies, fake vendors, offshore transfers, and a habit of threatening witnesses in writing.”

Victor stared at me like he was seeing me for the first time.

I walked closer.

“You called me powerless last night.”

His jaw trembled.

“I continue reading …