Emily spent the next few hours poring over every document in the folder, her focus unwavering. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the room into shadow, she found something else—a series of emails printed out and tucked at the back of the folder. They were between her father and someone named “T. Johnson” at Dalton Industries. Emily’s fingers trembled as she read through them.

The emails were casual, almost friendly at first, discussing business meetings and potential projects. But then the tone changed. There were subtle hints and veiled threats that suggested someone was pressuring her father to take the fall for a larger scheme. The last email was the most chilling—a message from T. Johnson, thanking Mark for his “cooperation” and hinting at a payoff.

Emily gasped. This was it—proof that her father was being coerced, that he was an unwilling pawn in someone else’s game. She gathered the emails and the forged signature, carefully placing them back into the folder. But she knew she needed more than just copies.