Novels by Author Greek

Ethan was working on the laptop when he came across Linda Shaw. Linda Shaw had been Richard's assistant for fifteen years. He quickly opened a new email and sent her a message.The email arrived in Linda's personal account on a Wednesday evening. She read it twice, closed her laptop, then opened it again and read it a third time.Ethan was at the warehouse table when Vincent came in from outside and looked at the screen showing Linda's email account activity."She opened it three times," Vincent said."She's scared," Ethan said. "She should be.""Do you think she'll move?""She has a son in his second year at Fordham," Ethan said. "She has a mortgage on a house in Westchester she has been paying for eleven years. She is not going to risk either of those things for a man who has never once asked how she is doing outside of whether his files are in order." He picked up his coffee. "She'll move."Linda replied to the anonymous email at eleven-fifteen that night. Her message was four sent

Ethan found Julian Vance’s weakness in a small apartment in Astoria on a Tuesday evening when a woman named Rebecca Torres was putting a nine-year-old girl to bed after a twelve-hour shift.He had spent two weeks going through Julian's past. He went through bank records, college transcripts, case histories,and every digital footprint Julian had left across fifteen years."He has a daughter," Ethan said.Vincent looked up from the newspaper he was reading. "Does Serena know?""Not a chance," Ethan said. "Julian has kept this completely separate from everything else in his life." He looked at the record on his screen and then at the address he had traced through two more searches. "Her name is Chloe. Her mother is Rebecca Torres. They were together in law school.""What happened?" Vincent asked."Julian wanted her to walk away after getting pregnant," Ethan said. "Rebecca refused. Julian left and never came back." He sat back on the chair. "Rebecca never filed for support because she wa

Ethan had known William Hargrove to be living a fake life from the very first dinner when William had spent forty minutes explaining an investment strategy he clearly did not understand to a table full of elite.The credit card statements told a cleaner story. Strip clubs on Tuesdays. Poker buy-ins on Fridays. A bar tab in Chelsea that appeared every Saturday like a standing appointment. And behind all of it, a debt to a man named Leo Briggs that had grown from sixty thousand dollars to two hundred thousand in less than eight months, with two weeks left on the clock before Leo stopped being patient."He's going to grab at anything that looks like a way out," Ethan said, reading through the statements one more time at the warehouse table."Which is exactly where you want him," Vincent said."Exactly where I want him," Ethan agreed, and he opened a new email account.The message Ethan sent from the burner account was short and specific. He wrote as James Tan, a private investor based in

Ethan had understood something about Eleanor Hargrove from the very first dinner, three years ago, when she had looked at him across the table and said, with a smile that never once reached her eyes."I suppose Serena always did have unconventional taste."She had introduced him as "Serena's mistake" at a charity event in the second year, loud enough for all the people in the hall to hear, and Serena had laughed it off on the car ride home and told him her mother was simply protective."She's calling Serena," Ethan said, adjusting the earpiece and watching the monitor where Serena's phone activity were showing in real time. "She wants to meet for lunch."Vincent leaned against the wall behind him, arms folded. "Le Bernardin?""Where else," Ethan said. "Eleanor has never had a difficult conversation anywhere that cost less than three hundred dollars a plate."The van was parked on 51st Street, between a florist's delivery truck and a dry-cleaning service vehicle, and from two blocks aw

Vincent made one phone call on a Wednesday afternoon, and by Thursday morning, David Park was sitting across from Ethan at a folding table in the Red Hook warehouse with a cup of black coffee in front of him."Walk me through what you need," David said."I want eight percent of Hargrove Industries," Ethan said. "I want it to be acquired quietly. Once you cross five percent, you will file the Schedule 13D and demand a board seat. And I think that's all for now".David nodded slowly. "The stock is very low right now because of the scandal.""Which means you will get a good price," Ethan said, smiling faintly."And what will happen once I'm in the boardroom?" David asked."You will ask questions," Ethan said. "But I will tell you exactly which ones."David looked at him for a moment without speaking."I don't need to know who you are," David said finally."No," Ethan said. "You don't.""Two million," David said."Two million," Ethan confirmed. "Half now, half when you're seated on the au

The company reported eighty million in annual profit. The real number was closer to thirty million. Ethan checked. He checked everything, and by the time the grey morning light came through the high warehouse windows, he was smiling."You found something," Vincent said from across the room."I found everything," Ethan said. "Richard has been running a fraud for at least five years""How much?""Fifty million a year in misreported profit," Ethan said. "Fake subsidiaries and inflated assets. Clean enough to pass a casual audit but not clean enough to survive a real one." He leaned back and pressed his hand against his ribs for a moment. "The Hargroves have friends at the SEC, that's why it never got caught.""So you're going to the SEC," Vincent said."No," Ethan said, closing one window and opening another. "I'm going to do something much worse than that”.By noon, the anonymous blog was live. Ethan had uploaded every document and every email in folders with clear labels. He sent the l