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But the notes weren’t financial.
They were crimes.
Abuse.
Rape allegations buried under money.
Women paid off.
Employees silenced.
Boys sent away to private schools after incidents.
Decades of filth.
Protected by wealth.
Protected by our name.
I flipped to the next page slowly.
More names.
More crimes.
My voice stayed calm.
“What is this?”
Marcel watched me carefully.
“You want to clean this family?”
“Yes.”
“Then start there.”
I looked up at him.
“These are Delacroix men, though.”
“I know.”
“Your brothers and cousins.”
“Some were.”
I leaned back in the chair, studying him.
“You’re asking me to kill members of our own family?”
“I’m asking you to remove rot.”
I read more of the notes.
Detailed.
Precise.
