He wasn’t lying. He wasn’t spinning some convenient story to get me to fuck him.
Heactuallytried to save Leena.
There’s more.
Xavier Laurent’s responses makes my blood boil.
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From: Xavier Laurent
To: Board Members
Subject: RE: Castellane Global Relief Fund - Financial Irregularities
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Corin’s concerns are noted but premature. A public scandal would be catastrophic for our reputation and expose us to litigation from multiple parties, including our own limited partners. I’ve recommended a quiet exit strategy that protects all stakeholders, with no reporting to regulators, and absolutely no public statements.
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The board has agreed, and has voted to table Corin’s recommendation and pursue a contained resolution. This thread and all related documentation are to be archived and sealed to preserve the board’s decision and maintain attorney-client privilege.
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Corin, you’re overruled. Move on.
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I stare at the printout.
Because this. This confirms everything.
He told me the truth in that storage room. Every word of it. He tried to stop it. He wrote formal objections. He flagged the ethical concerns. He specifically mentioned protecting Leena’s clinic.
And that board member Xavier buried it.
Okay, breathe.
You need to breathe.
I’m not breathing.
I keep reading. There’s another email where Corin responds with increasing urgency, arguing that the delay will give Diana time to cover her tracks. That Leena and the other partners will be collateral damage. That they have a fiduciary duty that supersedes reputation management.
Xavier shuts him down again. Threatens to remove him from his own company if he pushes further.
And then silence.
Because three days later, the scandal broke exactly how Corin predicted it would. Diana had shifted the narrative. Leena’s name was dragged through the press. And Corin couldn’t defend himself without breaching confidentiality and violating his fiduciary duties to the fund’s investors.
Holy shit.
He wasn’t just telling me what I wanted to hear. This is documented evidence. The kind that would hold up in any court. Timestamped, archived, sealed by Xavier himself.
But... what do I even do with this?
I could pretend I never saw it. Shove it back in the filing cabinet, finish organizing the rest of the files, go back to my villa and pack my bags. Two days left. I could just run out the clock.
