My Cult-Leader Brother Called Me A Lowly Flu-Shot Nurse At Our Council Luncheon — Then A Two-Star General Saluted Me As Colonel
Elijah Kincaid found Marcus Carver hiding in the estate archives, amidst towering shelves of dusty ledgers and forgotten deeds. Carver was hunched over a desk, frantically trying to reconcile numbers on a laptop screen, his shoulders shaking.
“Carver,” Elijah’s voice cut through the quiet.
The auditor nearly jumped out of his skin, spinning around with a gasp. His face was ghostly pale, his eyes wide and terrified.
“E-Elijah,” he stammered, clutching the laptop protectively.
“We need to talk,” Elijah said, his tone low and even. “About the syndicate’s escrow. And Caleb’s plans.”
Carver collapsed back into his chair, defeat washing over him. The fight was gone. He knew he was caught.
“He made me,” Carver whispered, tears starting to well in his eyes. “Three years ago. Caleb ordered me to create two sets of books. One for the Elder Council, one for him. To skim from everything.”
Elijah leaned against a shelf, arms crossed, his gaze unblinking. “Everything?”
“The tithes, the land acquisitions, the endowment funds… and even Hannah’s supposed ‘contributions’ when she first joined the military. He disguised her federal stipends as donations for years.”
My flight pay. His words confirmed Caleb’s long-standing deception.
“What about the four point two million dollar shortfall you mentioned?” Elijah pressed. “And the eight point seven million from Phoenix Holdings?”
Carver wrung his hands. “That was Caleb, skimming directly from Silas Drake’s investments in the enclave’s properties. He thought he was untouchable.”
He looked up at Elijah, his eyes pleading. “He’s planning to take the one point five million from Hannah’s stolen patents. He’s also trying to drain the remaining three million dollars in the enclave’s physical vault before anyone notices. Then he’s gone.”
“Gone where?” Elijah asked.
“South America,” Carver choked out. “He bought a property there months ago. A safe house. He thinks he can disappear before Silas Drake even realizes the money is missing.”
Carver buried his face in his hands. “He said if I didn’t help, he’d blame everything on me. He threatened my family, Elijah. He’s a monster.”
The cold, hard facts laid bare the full extent of Caleb’s treachery. Not just against me, or his family, but against the very people who funded the Sanctum. Elijah knew then that local law enforcement wouldn’t be enough. This was an underworld problem. And it required an underworld solution.
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