Aaron hadn’t invented it.
He had been part of the engineering team.
Then came the betrayal.
Aaron had copied the company’s research, transferred key files, and quietly approached investors under a new company name.
But there was something he hadn’t known.
Hart Systems had retained the original development records.
Elena was the founder’s daughter.
And for years, she had been searching for proof.
“Why did you come to Prescott?” I asked.
She looked at me.
“Because I thought Aaron had stolen everything from my family.”
She paused.
“Then I discovered something I didn’t expect.”
Her eyes moved toward me.
“He had stolen from you too.”
I frowned.
“What do you mean?”
She opened a final file.
Inside were financial records.
Transfers.
Shell companies.
Secret accounts.
And payments made to Aaron’s mother.
My stomach turned.
Aaron had been quietly diverting company money for years.
Not just from me.
