Chapter 3: The Suspicious Second Account

Darren waited calmly at the security post, watching Baron stride into the office with his usual air of confidence. Arrogant as ever, Darren thought. A faint smirk crossed his face as he observed Baron, who had no idea his every move was being monitored. Darren waited a few moments until Baron disappeared into his office, ensuring no employees were around.

Once the area was quiet, Darren sprang into action. He pulled his phone from his pocket, his fingers dancing across the screen until he selected a contact labeled “Spy Eye.” After a brief moment, the line connected.

"Spy Eye," Darren said in a low, firm voice. "I want you to monitor Baron’s activities in the office through CCTV. I've also installed a few mini spy cameras in key locations. They’re all connected to the account I provided."

There was silence on the other end for a moment, followed by a cold, professional reply. "Understood, boss. Everything is under surveillance. I’ll send you updates soon."

Darren gave a small nod, knowing the person on the other end couldn’t see him. "Good. I don’t want to miss anything important."

He ended the call swiftly and turned his attention to a small screen displaying live feeds from various parts of the office a surveillance network he had built covertly. One of the hidden cameras in Baron’s office showed the man seated in his plush leather chair, speaking slyly with one of the company managers.

As the office became busier, Darren knew he couldn’t continue monitoring Baron directly. Thankfully, Spy Eye was already on the case, ensuring he’d be informed about anything significant.

Half an hour later, Darren noticed Baron leaving the Anugerah Langit Corporation headquarters. Baron looked satisfied, a broad grin spread across his face. Darren frowned, wondering what could have transpired to make the man so pleased.

When Baron passed the security post, Darren stood at attention. No one suspected that the security guard they saw was actually the company owner’s son. Baron slowed his car, lowering the window to toss a bundle of cash at Darren.

"I know your hard work here hasn’t gone unnoticed, Kemal. Here’s a little something for you," Baron said dismissively.

Darren glanced at the money scattered on the ground, his expression stoic even as his blood boiled. Maintaining composure was crucial. Reacting or showing anger would only jeopardize his plan.

"Thank you, Mr. Baron," Darren replied in a low but clear voice.

He bent down and picked up the money piece by piece, each movement heavy with the weight of his pride being trampled on. Under his calm demeanor, Darren seethed with the desire to reveal his true identity. But he knew the time wasn’t right.

Baron chuckled softly before rolling up his window and driving off, leaving a trail of dust in his wake. Darren stood by the post, gripping the money tightly in his hand.

Just as he was regaining his composure, his phone vibrated in his pocket, breaking his train of thought. He pulled it out to see a notification from Spy Eye. His thumb moved swiftly, opening the message to reveal a short video. Alongside it was a brief note:

“Sixty percent to the company account, forty percent to another account.”

Whose account? Darren murmured as he read the message.

His face darkened. Narrowing his eyes, he clenched his jaw and played the video. It showed Baron in his office, speaking to one of the company’s finance managers. From Baron’s gestures and expression, it was clear he was giving detailed instructions about redirecting company funds.

Darren quickly called Spy Eye again.

"Spy Eye, can you trace that forty percent account?" he asked, his tone sharper than usual.

"I’m working on it, boss. But for now, this is what I’ve found," came the reply, serious and measured. “The company’s financial security system is quite advanced. I can’t access all the records directly.”

"Alright. I’ll speak with Ms. Vina," Darren replied, ending the call.

That evening, Darren arranged to meet Ms. Vina at a luxurious restaurant. He wore a mask to avoid being recognized. His arrival was greeted warmly by the restaurant’s security and staff. The luxury car he drove and his elegant appearance marked him as a wealthy guest who deserved top-tier service. While his face was partially hidden, it didn’t matter the staff cared only about his money.

After a short wait in one of the restaurant’s VIP booths, Ms. Vina arrived.

"Good evening, Mr. Darren!" She greeted cheerfully.

Darren nodded and gestured for her to sit. Without hesitation, the woman followed his lead.

"Ms. Vina, I needed to discuss something urgent," Darren began.

He paused, signaling a waiter to take her order. After she requested a drink and some small dishes, Darren resumed their conversation.

"This morning, Baron visited the headquarters. He gave specific orders to the finance manager…" Darren trailed off, watching for her reaction.

Ms. Vina leaned back slightly, her expression turning serious.

"Baron…" she said, taking a deep breath. “…is a very powerful figure in this company. Not just because of his position as branch director, but also because of your father’s trust. Before Mr. Harison fell ill, Baron and I were the two main pillars managing Anugerah Langit. But…”

She hesitated, then continued cautiously, “…most of the access to the central office has always been controlled by Baron. That’s why, when you instructed me to lead the board meetings, Baron was extremely displeased.” Ms. Vina nodded thoughtfully. “Yes… in this company, he holds a lot of vital information and wields significant influence. Even some senior directors are under his sway.”

"Hmm... Do you know about the two accounts receiving the company’s profits? One account belongs to my father, which is now under my name. But the other account whose is it?" Darren asked, his tone probing.

Ms. Vina furrowed her brow, meeting Darren’s gaze seriously. "Isn’t that account also Mr. Harison’s?" she asked, both confirming and questioning at the same time.

Darren’s brow furrowed further. "My father’s account... How is that possible? This doesn’t make sense," he muttered softly, almost as if speaking to himself.