Ethan closed the door and locked it before turning back to Naomi. The sound echoed through the quiet room, heavy with meaning.
"You should know this first," he said. "Your father did not die by accident."
Naomi felt the words settle deep in her chest. She had suspected it for a long time, yet hearing it spoken aloud made her hands tremble.
"I knew it," she said softly. "Everyone told me I was imagining things."
Ethan pulled a folder from beneath the desk and placed it in front of her. It was thick, worn, and marked with handwritten notes along the edges.
"He was investigating a financial network," Ethan said. "One that operates quietly and legally on the surface. But beneath it, there is fraud, blackmail, and disappearances."
Naomi opened the folder slowly. Inside were records, transaction logs, and photographs. Faces she did not recognize stared back at her from printed pages.
"These people," she said. "They all look important."
"They are," Ethan replied. "Politicians. Corporate leaders. Judges. People who make problems disappear."
Her throat tightened.
"My father was never meant to be part of this world," Ethan continued. "He stumbled onto something he should not have seen. And instead of walking away, he documented everything."
Naomi's eyes burned. "So they destroyed his reputation."
"Yes. It was easier than killing him outright. By the time he died, no one believed him anymore."
She closed the folder, her chest aching.
"And now they are watching me," she said.
Ethan nodded. "You inherited more than his name. You inherited his evidence."
Naomi leaned back in her chair, forcing herself to breathe. Fear hovered at the edges of her mind, but beneath it, anger sharpened into focus.
"What do we do," she asked.
Ethan studied her carefully. "That depends on how far you are willing to go."
"I lost everything," Naomi said. "There is nothing left for them to take."
"That is what makes you dangerous," he replied.
He reached for another file and slid it toward her. "Your father trusted one person outside this room. A woman who knows how to disappear and reappear as someone else."
Naomi hesitated before opening it.
"A fixer," Ethan said. "She helps people vanish. Or fight back."
Naomi looked up. "Where is she?"
Ethan's mouth tightened. "That is the problem. She vanished six months ago."
Naomi closed the folder slowly. "Then we find her."
Ethan watched her for a long moment before nodding. "Your father would have said the same thing."
Naomi stood, her resolve solidifying with every breath.
This was no longer about clearing a name.
It was about survival.
And she was done being a victim.
