The Corner Office
The Family Discount

Quiet Audit

Imogen's office smelled like fresh coffee and old paper. She didn't offer either to Naomi.

"I'm not going to pretend I don't know why you're here," Imogen said, closing her door. "But I need you to hear me. This company survives on trust — investor trust, employee trust, public trust. You start pulling threads publicly before you understand the whole picture, and you don't just unravel Warrick. You unravel everyone who works here."

"So what are you telling me? Bury it?"

"I'm telling you to be careful." Imogen's jaw tightened. "That's all."

It wasn't reassuring. It was, if anything, the opposite — because Imogen hadn't asked what Naomi had found. She hadn't asked a single question. Which meant, Naomi realized walking out, she already knew more than she was saying.

Quiet, then. Naomi and Malik would go quiet, not because Imogen told them to, but because a public misstep now could bury the truth for good, along with whoever tried to dig it up.

They spent the next four days going through the Lindqvist contract line by line with a materials engineer Malik trusted from outside the company — someone with no stake in Corvid Industrial at all. What came back wasn't just financial fraud. It was structural.

The support brackets specified in the contract called for a high-grade alloy rated for heavy industrial load. What had actually shipped, according to lab samples pulled quietly from two of the three plants, was a cheaper composite substitute — one that met almost none of the same tolerances. The cost overruns from "material substitution change orders" alone ran past six million dollars, buried across two fiscal years so no single number ever looked alarming on its own.

And then, near the bottom of a maintenance archive nobody had flagged, Naomi found an incident report from six weeks earlier at the eastern plant. A support bracket had failed under load. A section of scaffolding had come down.

The report was marked, in tidy administrative handwriting: RESOLVED. NO FURTHER ACTION REQUIRED. NO PUBLIC DISCLOSURE NECESSARY.

There was no mention, anywhere in the file, of whether anyone had been standing underneath it.

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