Enlisting Greg’s Aid
I needed help—and discretion. So I reached out to Greg again. Sliding the documents across his desk, I kept my voice low. “Can you dig deeper into this? Something doesn’t add up.” He studied the files, then looked up at me with quiet understanding. Without probing further, he nodded. That simple gesture steadied me. At least I wasn’t alone in this search for the truth.
Enlisting Greg’s Aid
Inconsistent Financial Reports
Greg’s research only confirmed my suspicions. “These records don’t line up,” he said, tapping the screen in front of us. The inconsistencies were glaring—numbers that didn’t match, dates that overlapped, debts that seemed to vanish without resolution. His words echoed the unease I had carried for weeks. My instincts had been right all along. I thanked Greg softly, feeling the strange comfort of our growing partnership. Whatever the truth was, it was coming into focus—and it wouldn’t stay hidden for long.
Inconsistent Financial Reports
