Chapter 6 - Project Evergreen
Project Evergreen was not a construction job.
It was an acquisition.
Whitaker Construction was three weeks away from purchasing Hartwell Infrastructure, a distressed regional contractor with municipal contracts across five states.
Purchase price:
$41 million.
Far beyond our normal scale.
We had private-equity backing.
Bank commitments.
Confidential negotiations.
If successful, Whitaker would triple in size.
If leaked prematurely, competitors could sabotage it.
Martin knew enough corporate operations to understand the file’s value.
He did not have authorization to access it.
Someone had given him credentials.
IT traced the login.
Claire’s brother Tyler.
Tyler swore Martin told him I had approved it.
“Did you verify?”
“No.”
Of course not.
Martin’s phone was off.
Linda claimed she didn't know where he was.
Then Sophie noticed something.
We were reviewing security footage at my office when she pointed toward the screen.
“Why does Grandpa have Grandma’s suitcase?”
Linda’s suitcase.
Martin had removed it from his office two days before Christmas.
Why?
Rebecca contacted Linda.
This time, she broke.
Martin had maintained a private apartment in Cincinnati for six years.
Not an affair.
At least Linda claimed not.
A “business apartment.”
We obtained the address through corporate expense records.
Police accompanied investigators because of the fraud allegations.
Inside:
Project Evergreen files.
Northbridge records.
Cash.
Burner phones.
And a wall covered in photographs.
Me.
Claire.
Sophie.
Executives.
Construction sites.
Competitors.
It looked obsessive.
Then Rebecca found a folder marked SUCCESSION.
Inside was an organizational chart for Whitaker Construction.
My name crossed out.
Claire’s name at the top.
Martin beneath her:
Executive Chairman.
He hadn't merely been stealing.
He planned to take control.
How?
Divorce.
Ownership litigation.
Bank pressure.
Vendor disruption.
Potential acquisition failure.
Then Claire, positioned as sympathetic spouse, could claim emergency authority or negotiate settlement leverage.
Except she didn't own company shares.
Martin knew that.
Unless he believed something else could change ownership.
Rebecca opened another document.
A stock-transfer agreement.
Purportedly signed by me.
Twenty-six percent of Whitaker Construction transferred to Claire.
My signature looked perfect.
I stared at it.
“Another forgery?”
Rebecca did not answer immediately.
Then she looked at me strangely.
“Daniel…”
“What?”
“The signature is genuine.”
I laughed.
“No.”
“It passed preliminary authentication.”
Impossible.
I had never transferred Claire company stock.
Then I saw the date.
Seven years earlier.
Our second wedding anniversary.
And suddenly I remembered Claire bringing papers into our bedroom while I was recovering from surgery after a job-site accident.
Insurance forms.
Beneficiary changes.
Estate planning.
Sign here.
Sign here.
Sign here.
My own memory turned against me.
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Maybe Claire hadn't merely known about her father’s plan.
Maybe the plan started seven years ago.
