The Corner Office
The Family Discount

The Inspection Date

The inspection date on the eastern plant's safety sign-off was eleven days before the scaffolding failure — a routine structural review, filed and stamped clean by a compliance inspector named on the report only by his badge number.

It took Malik less than a day to match the badge number to a name, and less than another hour after that to find out the inspector had been on approved medical leave, recovering from surgery, on the exact date he'd supposedly walked the eastern plant floor and signed off on every bracket in it.

"He didn't inspect anything," Malik said, sliding the printout across the desk. "Somebody used his credentials and forged the sign-off."

Naomi rubbed her eyes. "Who has access to forge a compliance officer's digital sign-off?"

"Somebody with real authority in the system. Or somebody who paid for it." Malik tapped the next page — a financial trail he'd pulled with help from a forensic accountant on retainer, someone bound tight enough by confidentiality that word wouldn't travel. A wire transfer, four thousand dollars, from an account tied to Lindqvist Fabrication, landing in a personal account two days after the falsified inspection date. The account belonged to a compliance department administrator two levels below the actual inspector — someone with just enough system access to make the paperwork disappear cleanly.

"It's not an accident," Naomi said. "It's a whole small machine. Fake inspection, real bribe, buried incident report, and a contract sitting on top of all of it that leads straight back to Warrick's own kid."

Malik nodded slowly, and for the first time since she'd known him, he looked genuinely uneasy. "Naomi, we have enough here to go to the board. More than enough. But once we do, this stops being quiet."

"I know."

He was already reaching for his phone when it buzzed in his hand, and whatever showed on the screen drained the color from his face in real time.

"What?" Naomi asked.

Malik turned the phone toward her slowly. A message from a legal department contact he trusted, timestamped four minutes ago.

HEADS UP — SOMEONE TOLD WARRICK YOU'RE DIGGING. HE KNOWS.

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