-- Alexander --

The email arrived at exactly 10:47 PM just before I got to sleep that night. Nothing in the sender and nothing in the subject. Only a set of digits as an address and one attachment. I knew better than to open anonymous files, but there was something about the whole situation that prompted a warning in my gut. I had a pretty bad feeling.

I clicked on the file nonetheless, my curiosity at the highest peak.

A PDF appeared. Offshore accounts, a large amount of money moving in and out, transactions that were not mine, but were tied to my name, my company, my personal financials. The...