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Chapter 12- Girlfriend part 8

Elowen's heart pounded. "What? What did you find?"

Brit blew out a breath, tapping on the screen. "So, back in 1995, just before Caldwell died, the CGA was valued at around $60 million. That's not just operational assets—that's everything. Tech, intel, offshore accounts, and a whole lot of black book contacts."

Silas raised an eyebrow. "Sixty million?" he repeated. "That's way more than I expected."

Brit nodded. "And here's the kicker—your dad wasn't supposed to take over. Caldwell had actually named a successor in his will. Someone by the name of Victor Hale. High-ranking, old money, well-connected in politics."

Elowen's eyes narrowed. "Then how did Dad end up in charge?"

Brit scrolled further. "Looks like Victor Hale was taken out of the picture real conveniently. Official records say he died in a 'hunting accident' in 1996, less than a year after Caldwell died. But there's a lot of... let's call them irregularities in the report."

Diane crossed her arms, her gaze sharp. "Irregularities?" she repeated. "You mean like fabricated evidence?"

"Exactly," Brit confirmed. "There are missing autopsy reports, files that were sealed way too fast, and payments made to certain officials right after. And then, less than a month after Hale's death, your dad was named the new head of the CGA."

Elowen's stomach twisted. "So he had Hale taken out," she whispered. "Or at the very least, he made sure no one asked questions about what happened to him."

Brit hesitated. "There's no hard proof that your dad pulled the trigger, but... yeah. The timing is way too perfect to be a coincidence. Plus, there are payment records—big ones—transferred from offshore accounts to certain senators and board members who had a say in the CGA's leadership."

Silas let out a low breath, running a hand over his face. "So he bought his way in," he muttered. "And cleared out anyone who might've stopped him."

Diane tapped a finger against her arm, thinking. "And what about the rules?" she asked. "How did he get around them? I can't imagine an organization like the CGA would just hand over control without a fight."

Brit clicked on another document, eyes narrowing. "Looks like he... rewrote them," she said slowly. "Or, well, he had someone else do it. There was a board vote to change the bylaws in late 1996, right after Hale's death. The new rules gave full control to the most senior 'active' member instead of the named successor. And guess who that was?"

Elowen's jaw clenched. "Our dad," she bit out.

Brit nodded grimly. "Yeah. And the guy who drafted the new bylaws? He disappeared less than a year later. No body, no investigation—just gone."

Silas's hands balled into fists at his sides. "This whole damn thing was rigged from the start," he growled. "He didn't just bend the rules—he broke them and buried the evidence."

Elowen's breath shuddered out, her mind racing with the implications. Their father had taken control of the CGA through manipulation, bribery, and probably murder. The entire foundation of the organization, everything they had been tangled up in, was built on lies and blood.

"Then we're taking him down," she said, her voice ice-cold. "Him, the CGA—everything. We're exposing all of it."

Silas's eyes met hers, dark and determined. "You're damn right we are."

Elowen took a steadying breath, pressing her palms flat against the table to keep them from shaking. The weight of everything they'd uncovered—the lies, the betrayals, the blood-soaked legacy—felt suffocating. But amidst the chaos, there was one line she refused to cross, one thing she wouldn't let shatter.