Chapter 7 - Charles Rowan Invited Me to His Charity Gala as a Friend, Not Knowing I Had Already Obtained the Ledger That Could Destroy His Entire EmpireThe Haven Foundation Gala was the largest charity event in Portland.
Charles Rowan stood beneath crystal lights.
Politicians.
Celebrities.
Doctors.
Executives.
He smiled.
Everyone loved him.
He greeted me warmly.
“Mr. Moretti.”
“Charles.”
“I was sorry to hear about the children.”
“I know.”
He looked at me.
“What do you mean?”
“I know everything.”
His smile didn't move.
“I'm afraid I don't.”
I gave him a sealed envelope.
Inside was one page.
A Haven payment record.
His signature.
His office.
His authorization.
His face finally changed.
“You have no idea what you're doing.”
“I know exactly.”
He glanced around.
“Let's talk privately.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because these people deserve to know.”
He stared.
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
The screens behind him suddenly turned on.
Payment records.
Photographs.
Victim lists.
Medical files.
Names.
The room went silent.
People began shouting.
Charles's face became expressionless.
Then he smiled.
“You think this is enough?”
“No.”
I looked toward the entrance.
Federal agents entered.
Charles was arrested.
The entire foundation collapsed within hours.
But before they took him away, he whispered:
“You don't know who built this.”
I asked:
“Who?”
He smiled.
“Your father.”
I froze.
My father had been dead for twenty years.
Everyone else around me saw my confusion.
I didn't.
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I had already learned.
Dead men could leave terrible legacies.
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