"You snooped through Lawrence's files?" He glared at her.
Willow didn't bother denying it.
"Yes."
Enraged, Quentin raised his hand to strike her.
Lydia lunged in, shielding her daughter. "Quentin, don't!"
The slap never landed.
Rooted to the spot, Willow didn't even flinch.
She looked straight at him, her voice chillingly soft. "Dad, slapping me won't change the fact that Lawrence already traced this back to Vanguard."
Quentin's chest heaved violently.
"Are you trying to destroy this family?"
"Being left in the dark is what's going to destroy this family."
Dead silence choked the study.
Quentin stared at his youngest daughter.
She had always played the perfect child. She knew how to flatter, how to act sweet, how to brew his tea when he came home from events, and how to mold herself into the soft little victim for Lawrence. But standing here now, the cold calculation in her eyes made her look like a total stranger.
She wasn't like Lydia. And she certainly wasn't like Vivian.
She looked like someone who only weighed risks and dividends.
Slowly, Quentin sank into his chair.
"Vanguard only helped route transactions back then."
Willow's heart dropped.
"For who?"
Quentin squeezed his eyes shut.
"For Langford Medical's legacy project vendor."
"The one Vivian tried to block?"
He didn't answer.
That was answer enough.
"What exactly was inside Unit 3?" Willow pressed.
"Just copies of old contracts, meeting decks, and an unfinished opinion form from Vivian," his voice rasped.
"And now?"
"It's been scrubbed."
"Did you scrub it clean?"
A smirk crept onto her lips.
"Dad, I'm not being reckless. I just finally realized why you guys managed to win back then."
Quentin's expression darkened.
She didn't need to finish the thought.
Some truths didn't need to be spoken aloud.
Later that evening, Jude received the raw backups from the tech team.
A portion of the purged log had been recovered.
*2:29 AM, Willow Whitaker's account temporarily accessed the legacy project search cache. Keywords searched: Project Morning Star Phase II, Vivian Vance, Vanguard Trading Co.*
*2:31 AM, just before the log clearance request was triggered, the system generated an external link access ping.*
The target destination was masked, leaving behind only a trail of unknown digits.
Jude saved the file.
Staring at that string of numbers, the absolute last shred of his denial hit rock bottom.
Willow didn't just click the wrong tab by mistake.
She was actively investigating.
And she was leaking classified company data to the outside.

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