Richie doesn't move

"Richie, what did you get from Heinz's corporate database?" asked Keenan.

The four of them were already in Keenan's office. They were sitting on the round sofa—Mr—Madison, Richie, Keenan, and Sharlynn, who were still listening to their conversation.

Sharlynn knitted her eyebrows when Keenan asked Richie. She had never seen her contract man fiddle with the laptop or ask him about the company database. She had almost forgotten about it and had lost hope in Richie.

"I found a lot of irregularities here." Sharlyn's brow furrowed further at Richie's answer. The man fiddled with his eleven-inch tablet computer device for a few seconds, then showed it to Keenan.

Keenan took the sleek, flat object and examined each document Richie had managed to retrieve and secure. Then Keenan showed it to Mr. Madison.

The older man looked puzzled; it turned out that the problem was not just embezzlement of company funds.

"Looking at this, it looks like Heinz doesn't know anything about embezzlement," Richie