Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 498

Lawrence stood up.

"Let's go to the old building."

Langford Medical's old building sat at the very back of the corporate campus.

While the new headquarters towered in the sky with gleaming facades, the old building was low and aggressively dreary. The corridors smelled of a stale mix of bleach and decaying paper. The fluorescent lights flickered sluggishly, and every footstep echoed off the cold walls.

When they opened the underground archives, the heavy iron door let out a dull groan.

Leonard had someone flip on the dehumidifier and snapped on a pair of gloves before pulling a few ancient cardboard boxes from the deepest shelves.

Project Morning Star Phase II.

The Board Office Project Transfers.

External Partnership Data.

Medical Data Initiative.

The labels on the boxes were entirely yellowed, their edges peeling back as if they hadn't been touched in decades.

Lawrence stood before the shelves, trailing his fingertips over the words Project Morning Star Phase II.

That year, he had been only seventeen or eighteen.

Silas was severely ill, and everyone in the Langford estate was bracing for the next move. All Lawrence had known was that his father's health was rapidly failing. The corporation was a revolving door of executives, Eleanor was obsessively maintaining appearances, and Margaret had stopped interfering with the company entirely.

No one had told him that Langford Medical's ambition was built on the backs of exploited data.

And no one had told him that Vivian had written down her absolute refusal to confirm it.

Leonard cracked open the first box.

Meeting attendance sheets, project budgets, expert consultant lists, and outsourcing negotiation minutes were laid out one by one.

Vivian's name sat firmly on the third line of the consultant list.

Algorithm Ethics and Rehabilitation Data Evaluation.

Quentin Whitaker was listed under project coordination.

And Warren Stafford's name was everywhere.

Received.

Forwarded.

Board Office Comments.

Archiving Suspended.

The notes were brief, sounding like standard administrative flow. But when they were repeatedly stamped next to the exact same name, it became undeniably suspicious.

When Leonard reached the third binder, he froze.

"Boss. Right here."

It was an old index card.

The card read: