Chapter 2 - The Complaints No One Read
Nathan did not return home after leaving the mansion.
He drove directly to the company’s regional operations center.
The building occupied six floors of a renovated warehouse downtown. At that hour, most employees had left, but the legal, security, and compliance teams were already gathering in the main conference room.
Nathan arrived just after ten.
He had changed out of the sauce-stained delivery jacket, but he still carried the helmet.
His chief legal officer, Claire Bennett, met him outside the elevator.
Claire was forty-one, sharp-eyed, and known for never wasting words.
“You were right,” she said.
“How bad?”
“Worse than we expected.”
Nathan followed her into the conference room.
Screens displayed account records, complaint histories, property documents, and lists of suspended drivers.
Claire introduced the people around the table, though Nathan knew most of them.
“Arturo’s administrative account approved forty-seven driver penalties connected to six properties,” she said. “Twenty-one involved customers with personal or professional ties to him.”
Nathan stared at the screen.
“Were the drivers given appeals?”
“Some submitted appeals. Most were automatically denied.”
“By whom?”
“Arturo’s account.”
Nathan felt anger rise, but he kept his voice steady.
“Was anyone else involved?”
“We don’t know yet.”
Claire changed the screen.
A list of driver names appeared.
Several had notes beside them: widow, senior citizen, disabled dependent, sole household income.
Nathan recognized two names from the reports he had reviewed earlier.
One belonged to Ruth Coleman, a sixty-three-year-old widow who had delivered groceries for the platform for four years.
Another belonged to Darnell Price, a retired school custodian supporting his granddaughter.
“Where are they now?” Nathan asked.
“Ruth’s account was deactivated eight months ago. Darnell’s was suspended six weeks ago.”
“Contact them.”
“At this hour?”
“Tonight.”
Claire nodded.
Nathan walked toward the window.
Rain streaked the glass. From the sixth floor, he could see headlights moving along the streets below.
“How did we miss this?” he asked.
No one answered immediately.
Finally, Claire spoke.
“Arturo had authority, seniority, and your trust.”
Nathan looked at her reflection in the window.
“That is not an excuse.”
“No,” Claire said. “But it is the reason.”
Nathan thought of his mother.
Elaine had liked Arturo.
Years earlier, Arturo had helped her understand property investments after the platform began generating money. He presented himself as disciplined, loyal, and grateful.
He had managed the Reed properties carefully at first.
When Nathan expanded the company, Arturo asked for additional responsibility. He claimed that his years managing contractors and tenants made him suited to oversee driver assistance programs.
Nathan agreed.
He had been twenty-three and overwhelmed by growth.
Arturo became indispensable.
Or he made himself appear indispensable.
Claire placed a printed document on the table.
“There is another problem.”
Nathan turned.
“What is it?”
“Three properties managed by Arturo were refinanced without authorization.”
Nathan picked up the document.
The signatures looked legitimate.
One belonged to Nathan.
He had never signed it.
“This is forged.”
“Yes.”
“How much money?”
“Approximately $4.8 million across three transactions.”
The room felt colder.
“Where did it go?”
“We’re tracing it.”
Nathan placed the document down carefully.
“Freeze every account connected to Arturo.”
“We have already frozen company access. Freezing personal accounts requires court orders.”
“Prepare them.”
Claire nodded.
Nathan looked again at the list of drivers.
“Before anything else, restore every account suspended through Arturo’s authority. Issue temporary compensation based on average weekly earnings.”
“One or two cases may involve legitimate violations.”
“Review them later. Restore them now.”
Claire studied him.
“That could cost several hundred thousand dollars.”
Nathan looked at her.
“They lost income because our system failed them.”
She nodded once.
“I’ll arrange it.”
At the Alvarez mansion, the party had ended.
Most guests left within twenty minutes of Nathan’s departure.
Some slipped away without saying goodbye. Others offered awkward excuses. A few stayed long enough to watch Mauricio order the household staff to clean the marble floor.
No one obeyed immediately.
The head housekeeper, Mrs. Vega, had worked at the mansion for nine years. She stood beside the staircase with her arms folded.
“You heard me,” Mauricio said.
Mrs. Vega looked at the pasta and sauce.
“I heard Mr. Reed tell you to clean it.”
Mauricio stared at her.
“You work for my family.”
“I work for the property management company.”
“My father runs it.”
“Not anymore.”
Mauricio stepped toward her.
Arturo’s voice stopped him.
“Leave her alone.”
Arturo stood near the fireplace, his jacket removed, his expression grim.
Mauricio turned.
“You let him humiliate us.”
“I told you to stop treating people that way.”
“You told me I could use the house.”
“I did not tell you to act like a tyrant.”
Mauricio pointed toward the front door.
“He cannot take this from us.”
Arturo lowered his voice.
“Sit down.”
“I’m not a child.”
“Then stop behaving like one.”
Mauricio’s face flushed.
Mrs. Vega quietly led the remaining staff from the room.
When father and son were alone, Arturo poured himself a glass of water.
Mauricio watched him.
“What documents were you talking about?” Arturo asked.
Mauricio’s anger changed into unease.
“You said we were protected.”
“I said there were agreements.”
“You said Nathan could never remove us.”
Arturo set down the glass.
“I said the situation was complicated.”
“No. You told me this mansion would eventually be mine.”
Arturo looked away.
Mauricio stepped closer.
“Was that a lie?”
“I was trying to secure our future.”
“That is not an answer.”
Arturo moved toward the study.
“Come with me.”
Inside, he locked the door.
The study contained dark wooden shelves, leather chairs, and a large painting of the mansion before its renovation. Arturo approached a cabinet hidden behind the painting.
He entered a code.
The cabinet opened.
Inside were files, a portable hard drive, and several sealed envelopes.
Mauricio stared.
“What is all this?”
“Insurance.”
“Against Nathan?”
“Against everyone.”
Arturo removed a folder.
“Years ago, when Nathan’s company was growing, he signed documents without reading every page. His mother did the same. I handled dozens of property transfers and business agreements.”
Mauricio smiled slowly.
“So you do own part of the company.”
“No.”
The smile vanished.
“Then what do you have?”
“Leverage.”
Arturo opened the folder.
There were copies of contracts, loan records, and internal emails.
“Some of these documents could make it appear that Nathan authorized the refinancing.”
“Did he?”
“No.”
Mauricio stared at his father.
“You forged his signature?”
Arturo did not answer.
Mauricio stepped back.
For the first time, he understood that his father’s confidence had not come from legitimate ownership.
It came from deception.
“How much did you take?”
“I moved funds.”
“How much?”
“Enough to protect us.”
“Protect us from what?”
Arturo closed the folder.
“From being discarded after years of service.”
Mauricio laughed bitterly.
“You mean protect yourself.”
“Everything I did was for this family.”
“You let me believe we were rich.”
“We are rich.”
“No. We live in another man’s house.”
Arturo’s expression hardened.
“Listen carefully. Nathan is emotional right now. That makes him dangerous, but it also makes him careless. We must control the narrative before he completes the audit.”
“How?”
“We show that he knew about the transactions.”
“But he didn’t.”
“That may not matter.”
Mauricio looked at the files again.
Then at his father.
“What do you want me to do?”
Before Arturo could answer, the mansion’s intercom rang.
Mrs. Vega’s voice came through.
“Mr. Alvarez, two company security officers are at the gate.”
Arturo froze.
“What do they want?”
“They have instructions to secure the office and collect company property.”
Mauricio looked frightened.
Arturo grabbed the portable hard drive.
“Tell them I will meet them downstairs.”
He placed the drive inside his jacket.
“What about the files?” Mauricio asked.
“Leave them.”
“Why?”
“Because the most important information is not on paper.”
They returned to the foyer.
Two security officers waited near the entrance with Claire Bennett.
Arturo stopped when he saw her.
“Ms. Bennett.”
“Mr. Alvarez.”
Claire held a document.
“I’m here to collect company devices, keys, records, and access cards.”
“This is my residence.”
“This is a trust-owned property containing company offices and records.”
Mauricio stepped forward.
“You cannot search the house.”
“We are not conducting a search. We are securing company property.”
Arturo gave Mauricio a warning look.
Then he handed Claire his access card and phone.
She checked the items.
“Your laptop?”
“In the study.”
“Please retrieve it.”
Arturo walked toward the study with one of the officers.
Mauricio remained with Claire.
He tried to appear confident.
“You should know my father has proof that Nathan approved everything.”
Claire looked at him.
“Everything?”
Mauricio realized too late that he had said too much.
Claire’s eyes sharpened.
“What exactly did Nathan approve?”
Mauricio glanced toward the hallway.
“My father will explain.”
“I’m sure he will.”
When Arturo returned, he carried a laptop.
Claire placed it in an evidence bag.
“We also need any external storage devices used for company work.”
“I have none.”
Claire watched him for a moment.
Then she smiled faintly.
“Lying during an internal investigation can become a criminal matter.”
Arturo’s face remained still.
“I understand.”
Claire and the officers left twenty minutes later.
As their vehicle disappeared through the gates, Arturo touched the hard drive inside his jacket.
“They know,” Mauricio said.
“They suspect.”
“What happens now?”
Arturo stared into the rain.
“We move faster.”
Across the city, Nathan was still in the conference room when Claire called.
She told him about the study, the missing storage devices, and Mauricio’s careless statement.
Nathan listened without interruption.
When she finished, he asked, “Did Arturo seem afraid?”
“Yes.”
“Of losing his job?”
“No.”
Nathan looked at the forged signature on the screen.
“Then he is hiding something bigger.”
A second call came in.
It was from the driver assistance team.
They had reached Ruth Coleman.
Nathan answered personally.
A tired woman’s voice spoke.
“Mr. Reed?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“They said you restored my account.”
“We did.”
There was a long silence.
Then Ruth began to cry quietly.
Nathan closed his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “We should have listened sooner.”
“I appealed four times.”
“I know.”
“My husband died two years ago. Delivering helped me keep the house.”
“I know.”
“They told me the customer was always right.”
Nathan looked at the names on the screen.
“No,” he said. “They were wrong.”
After the call ended, he stood silently.
Claire returned to the room.
“We found where some of the money went.”
Nathan looked up.
“Where?”
“A private holding company.”
“Who owns it?”
Claire placed a photograph on the table.
The image showed Arturo leaving a bank with a woman Nathan recognized.
Her name was Victoria Hale.
She was a former executive who had left Nathan’s company three years earlier after being accused of manipulating driver fees.
Nathan had fired her.
Now she was working with Arturo.
On the back of the photograph was a note from the investigator.
Possible coordinated takeover attempt.
Nathan stared at Victoria’s face.
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The five-minute delay at the mansion had exposed more than cruelty.
It had opened the door to a conspiracy that had been growing for years.
