Chapter 7: The Archive Trapping

👉 Previous Decision: You continued by exposing the full extent of the sabotage.

I reread the emails on the flash drive, a knot forming in my stomach. The evidence was damning. Arthur and Krenshaw had crafted an intricate web of deceit, all to profit from the suffering of vulnerable patients.

The question now was how to use it. I could go to the police, but I knew Arthur had powerful connections. He might manage to spin it, or worse, tie up the evidence in legal battles for years, while Chloe’s legitimate care costs mounted.

Or I could corner him. Make him face what he’d done, armed with undeniable proof. There was a vacant archive room at the dispatch center, rarely used, soundproofed. A perfect place for a private, direct confrontation. He would have no escape, no audience to perform for.

But confronting him directly, one-on-one, carried its own risks. He was a dangerous man, capable of desperate actions.

Alternatively, I could confront him publicly, during the upcoming hospital board gala. Expose him in front of his peers, his investors. The thought was tempting, a righteous public shaming.

Yet, I considered the potential fallout. A public spectacle might turn the focus away from the evidence itself and onto a “disgruntled employee.” He might even be able to dismiss it as workplace drama.

I needed this to stick. For Chloe. For Elena. For every other family he might have targeted.

My hand hovered over my phone, then moved to my work terminal. There had to be a way to expose him utterly, irrevocably.