"You need to see this."
Micheal receive the file and open it the contents made him feel small as he was unable to get this information but happy.
The file sat on Michael's desk like a weapon that had already discharged.
Michael had not slept. He had read through it three times since it arrived at 3:47 in the morning, moving from screen to printed pages to the encrypted backup on his private tablet, as if seeing it in different formats would make it more real. Or less dangerous.
Photographs. Purchase records. Medical registrations. Winnie's field report. Luna's identity cross-referenced against industry databases. A five-month-old child with no father listed. A family that visited daily with baby supplies. And Dayo the man who had built a $2.5 billion empire in silence, who had returned to the industry like a conqueror, who had never made a single public misstep hiding a daughter in a mid-rise apartment while the world believed he was merely focused.
