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“You know who she is, right? Suzanne from legal. She works with Brent and has access to the locked vault with the legal documents.”
Well, shit. Daniel stared at the papers in front of him.
“Do we have proof?”
“We have video footage of her going into the vault,” Fletcher said, lifting his phone. “However, for her job, Suzanne needs to access it from time to time. Unfortunately, we don’t have the technology to zoom in and prove it was the document she took.”
No, but Daniel knew someone who did, and he was meeting with him tonight.
“Send me the file,” he instructed. “If we can get the proof, how do we link her to Mackenzie? I’m assuming that’s where you’re going with this.”
Hunter nodded and tossed back the whisky in the bottom of his tumbler. “Yup.”
“We haven’t yet, but we will,” Fletch said, gathering up the documents now spread across his coffee table.
Daniel stood and walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass windows and swirled the whisky around and around.
There would be a link.
They’d done a good job uncovering this information, but it was time to bring in the big guns. In another hour he’d be meeting with Josh, and regardless of what news he gave him, he was going to get Black Hawke Security to close the loop on this.
“Get HR to prepare Suzanne’s dismissal papers, but hold them for twenty-four hours,” he said with his back to the room.
She had to be removed from the business, but not until he had all the information they needed. Suzanne may be a victim in all of this, but she’d broken the law and put billions of dollars, and people’s livelihoods, at risk here. Not to mention his fucking life.
As for his father...
“What does Johnathan know?” Daniel asked.
“Nothing. Yet,” Fletcher replied.
Daniel turned and pushed one of his hands in his pockets, his eyes on the people in his living room. What Daniel was about to do was step into an incredibly gray area of the law. Also known as outside of it. He was a wealthy and powerful man. If anyone caught even a whisper of what he was about to do, it could destroy him and the Dufort Dynasty.
The less people that knew about this, the better. More importantly, he needed to know exactly who knew what.
“Olivia,” he said, capturing her attention. “Send me a list of all the people in your team who are privy to this investigation.”
He watched as she immediately turned to Fletcher for a response. Fletch might be her manager, but Daniel was unimpressed.
“Oliva,” he demanded, and her head whipped back to him with wide eyes. His own narrowed. “Do I need to remind you who the chief executive of Dufort Hotels is?”
“No, sir,” she said quickly.
“Daniel,” Fletcher warned, and Daniel shot him a look, silencing him. He rarely got authoritative with his brothers, and never in front of their teams, but he was unimpressed with Fletcher’s response. Right now they weren’t brothers, they were colleagues.
“Tell me who else knows,” he said, his eyes scanning back to Olivia.
She chewed her lip, thinking.
“No one. Wait, one of my team knows I’ve been working on a special project, but they don’t know any details,” she said, then added, “All my meetings have been in Fletch’s—sorry, Mr. Dufort’s—office, so it’s been properly contained.”
Fletch? Daniel raised a quick brow at his brother, who glanced away.
“Keep it that way,” Daniel said, dropping his glass on a table. “From now on, everything we discuss is highly classified. I mean that for your own safety.”
Fletcher frowned angrily. “That’s unnec—”
Daniel’s patience snapped.
