Chapter 214

Chapter 214

Alexander sat in his penthouse office, surrounded by documents that no longer made sense. For three days, he had been conducting his own investigation into the Guardian's evidence, and every piece of information he verified independently contradicted the narrative he had believed for months.

His laptop displayed two versions of the same engineering report from the Meridian Technologies factory explosion. The version the Guardian had provided showed clear evidence of Victoria Kane's interference with safety protocols. The version Alexander had obtained directly from the engineering firm's archives showed no such interference - only Richard Pierce's signature approving substandard materials to reduce costs.

Alexander rubbed his eyes, feeling the weight of sleepless nights and growing doubt. His coffee had gone cold hours ago, but he barely noticed. The physical discomfort was nothing compared to the emotional turmoil of watching his entire worldview crumble piece by piece.

The engineering firm's original report was damning in ways the Guardian's version had hidden. Richard Pierce had personally signed off on using residential-grade pressure valves in an industrial setting. The cost savings were significant - nearly forty percent less than proper equipment. But the safety margins were nonexistent.

Alexander pulled up another document - a financial audit of Meridian Technologies from six months before the explosion. The Guardian had shown him selected pages suggesting Victoria Kane had somehow manipulated Meridian's budget. But the complete audit told a different story entirely.

Richard Pierce had been hemorrhaging money on personal expenses. Company funds diverted to his gambling debts. Safety equipment purchases delayed to cover cash flow problems that had nothing to do with outside interference.

"This can't be right," Alexander whispered to the empty apartment.

His phone buzzed with an encrypted message from the Guardian: *Your recent inquiries have been noted. Independent verification is unnecessary when justice is clear. Trust the evidence provided.*

Alexander stared at the message, feeling a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature in his apartment. How did the Guardian know about his independent research? Had his communications been monitored all along?

He typed back: *I found discrepancies in the engineering reports. The versions you provided don't match the original documents.*

The response came quickly: *Original documents can be falsified by those with sufficient resources. Victoria Kane has had fifteen years to alter records in her favor.*

Alexander looked at the timestamps on both versions of the engineering report. The Guardian's version showed a creation date from fifteen years ago. But the metadata revealed it had actually been created last year - eleven months before the Guardian first contacted Alexander.

*Then explain why the digital timestamps on your versions are more recent than the supposed originals.*

There was a longer pause before the Guardian replied: *Technical details are irrelevant. Your uncle's journal provides all the proof necessary. Do not let academic curiosity undermine your commitment to justice.*

Academic curiosity? Alexander felt anger building in his chest, but this time it wasn't directed at Victoria. It was directed at the faceless person who had been manipulating his grief for months, who seemed more interested in maintaining his rage than in finding actual truth.

He pulled out his uncle's journal, reading the entries with new eyes. The pain was real, the desperation genuine. But what if Richard Pierce's understanding of events had been influenced by someone else? What if his uncle had been manipulated just as Alexander was being manipulated now?

*June 15th - James called today. He's concerned about some irregularities he found in Kane Industries' bidding practices. Says Victoria Kane might be using inside information to undercut our proposals.*

Alexander had read that entry dozens of times, always focusing on Victoria's alleged crimes. Now he focused on a different name: James.

Who was James? The journal never gave a last name, never identified this person who seemed to have so much influence over Richard Pierce's understanding of events.

through more journal entries, finding reference after reference to this mysterious James who

about our safety issues before the installation. She could have warned the client but chose to let us

for Victoria Kane. The only way

Kane has too much influence with the regulatory agencies. They're protecting

Pierce being systematically influenced by someone named James who seemed to have detailed

searching corporate records from fifteen years ago. Meridian Technologies had been founded by Richard Pierce and a business partner. The partner had sold his shares six

the digital scan, but Alexander could make out "James W..." The rest was illegible due to poor image

screen, feeling like he was grasping at pieces of a puzzle he couldn't quite assemble. Someone named James had influenced his uncle's thinking about Victoria

James? And if so, what did that mean for everything the Guardian had

typed a new message to the Guardian: *I want to meet in person. Tonight. I have questions that require face-to-face

is not advisable. Our security

about my uncle's business partner who

tone: *James Whitfield was a coward who abandoned your uncle when he needed support most.

he know the truth about what really happened? Wouldn't he be

the company makes him an unsuitable witness. Trust the

in that response felt wrong to Alexander, though he couldn't put his finger on what. The Guardian's usual confidence

If you're really seeking justice for my uncle,

*That is not possible.*

continue investigating on my own until I understand what really

turned off his phone. If the Guardian was monitoring

spent the next two hours reading through more documents, each one revealing another layer of complexity he hadn't understood before. The safety violations at Meridian. Technologies were clearly documented, but the reasons

led to

ove

decisions seemed to involve

multiple factors he couldn't

untangle.

Whitfield remained a shadow figure whose role

buzzed with a call from an unknown number, Alexander almost didn't

voice was electronically distorted, just like the Guardian's had been

happened to my uncle. Your evidence doesn't

has had fifteen years to alter

me understand. Who is James Whitfield? What was his relationship to my uncle? Why did he sell

quiet for a long moment. When the Guardian spoke again, his voice carried irritation: "James Whitfield is

business partner. He might have answers

no answers that will help you achieve justice. Continue with our original plan, Alexander. Don't let curiosity undermine your commitment to

memory."

anything. I'm trying to understand the full picture before I take actions I can't undo." "Understanding is a luxury that justice cannot afford. Your uncle died believing Victoria

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