I stood before Caldwell, the video playing on my phone as his face contorted from confusion to recognition, then finally to fear. The clip clearly showed him meeting with Conrad Thornton, accepting money, and plotting against Roman Volkov.
"Mr. Knight, I can explain," Caldwell stammered, his forehead beading with sweat.
"Go ahead," I said coldly. "Explain why you betrayed someone who trusted you."
His eyes darted around the room like a cornered animal. We were alone in his office—just the two of us and the damning evidence.
"It was just business," he finally blurted. "The Thornton family offered me more than Volkov ever could. You understand business, don't you?"
My jaw tightened. "Business? You call sabotaging Roman's operations 'business'? People could have died because of your actions."
