The Unraveling
It wasn't long before I found my way to an old contact at Excel Partners, a colleague who had not forgotten me. “You know, Naomi,” he said over coffee in a dim café, “Alvin and Tiana are living large now. They’ve really capitalized on your downfall.”
His words cut deep, but they also lit a fire. I spent hours meeting with him, collecting information and digging into everything Alvin had built. A life I had once thought would be mine, now thriving on the ashes of my ruin.
It was a Thursday afternoon when I finally made my move. I had secured a meeting with a journalist who specialized in uncovering corporate fraud—someone who could help me shine a light on the shadows Alvin and Tiana had tried to bury. I felt the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I entered the café, my heart thrumming with anticipation.
