The following morning, the atmosphere in Leo Alexander's private study was stiflingly formal. Morning sunlight cut through the expansive glass windows, illuminating a stack of newly signed legal documents resting on the polished mahogany desk.
"Thank you for your extraordinary cooperation, Mr. Alexander. The documents you retrieved from that safe deposit box are the exact keys we needed to reopen the corruption case from a decade ago," a senior prosecutor said, standing to offer a firm handshake. His grip conveyed a deep respect for Leo's nerve in turning over internal evidence against his own family.
Leo returned the handshake with a steady hand. A polite, calculated smile touched his lips. "I am only doing what should have been done a long time ago. I look forward to hearing good news regarding the progress of the indictment," Leo replied, his voice low and resolute.
