Chapter 8: The Betrayal That Began Before Graduation
I didn't say anything.
Naomi was crying on the other end of the phone.
But I couldn't hear her tears anymore.
All I could hear was her confession.
She had sent Harold my father's documents.
Six months earlier.
Before the graduation ceremony.
Before Xavier placed his arm around her waist.
Before she told me I was just a friend.
The betrayal hadn't started when she met Xavier.
It had started long before I understood what was happening.
"Why?"" I finally asked.
Naomi sniffed.
"Xavier said Harold needed the documents to verify the original design.""
"Verify what?""
"Whether your father had created it first.""
"And you believed him?""
She hesitated.
"I thought if Harold couldn't prove ownership, we could negotiate a partnership.""
I laughed without humor.
"You gave him my father's private records so you could negotiate a partnership?""
"I didn't think he'd use them against you.""
"Naomi, you knew he was trying to take the patent.""
"I know.""
"Then what did you think was going to happen?""
She began crying harder.
"I thought I could protect myself.""
I sat down.
There it was.
The truth.
Not love.
Not confusion.
Not a misunderstanding.
Self-preservation.
She had looked at my father's legacy and decided it was something she could use to secure her own future.
"Did Xavier tell you he was going to blame you?""
She went quiet.
"Yes.""
"Before or after you signed the agreement?""
"After.""
I closed my eyes.
"So you knew.""
"I didn't know how far he would go.""
"How far did you think he would go?""
She didn't answer.
I looked at the empty space where Naomi's photographs used to hang.
"Listen carefully. You need to stop contacting me directly. Everything goes through my attorney.""
"Cedric, please don't do this.""
"You made your choice.""
"I still love you.""
I almost laughed.
"Then you should have treated me like someone you loved.""
I ended the call.
For several seconds, I sat without moving.
Then I opened the cloud activity logs again.
There was another file.
A folder titled:
*PROJECT NORTHSTAR — PRIVATE CORRESPONDENCE.*
I downloaded the metadata.
The folder contained several documents, including email drafts between Naomi and Xavier.
I hadn't seen them before.
But the timestamps were still visible.
One document was dated six months earlier.
Its title was:
*CEDRIC EXIT STRATEGY.*
My hands went cold.
I opened it.
The first paragraph read:
Once the licensing arrangement is completed, Cedric should be encouraged to leave the development project. His lack of formal engineering credentials will make it easier to challenge his authority.
I read the sentence again.
Then another paragraph.
Naomi should remain the public academic representative. Xavier will handle commercial negotiations. Cedric can be compensated with a one-time payment if necessary.
A one-time payment.
For six years of work.
For my father's drawings.
For the invention that had consumed every spare hour of my life.
I kept reading.
The final section contained a note.
If Cedric refuses to cooperate, Harold will challenge the original design and publicly question the legitimacy of the Walls family's ownership.
I sat back.
They hadn't simply planned to take my patent.
They had planned to erase me from it.
I forwarded the documents to Evelyn.
Her response came within minutes.
*Do not access or alter any further material. Preserve what you have and let our forensic team handle the remaining records.*
I closed the laptop.
Then I called Danielle.
"Dee, I need you.""
"I'm on my way.""
By the following afternoon, Evelyn had assembled a timeline.
The evidence was becoming difficult for Harold and Xavier to explain.
Six months earlier, Naomi had accessed my private documents.
Three days later, she had transferred money to Xavier's company.
Two weeks afterward, Xavier had contacted Northstar.
Five months later, they had prepared a licensing arrangement without my consent.
And just before graduation, Naomi had signed an agreement promising herself forty percent of the proceeds.
Evelyn spread the documents across the conference table.
"There's a pattern here.""
I nodded.
"They were planning this for months.""
"Possibly longer.""
She pointed to the old transfer agreement.
"Harold's alleged document is the foundation of their strategy. If they can establish that he owned the original technology, they can challenge your patent and negotiate from a position of strength.""
"Even if the agreement is fake?""
"Especially if they can make people believe it's genuine.""
Danielle leaned forward.
"So what's next?""
Evelyn looked at me.
"We confront the evidence publicly, but only after our legal team verifies every piece.""
I shook my head.
"Why publicly?""
"Because Harold has already made public accusations. Silence can create the impression that you have no answer.""
I looked at the documents.
My father's name appeared on nearly every page.
"I want people to know what happened to him.""
Evelyn nodded.
"Then we'll prepare a factual statement.""
She paused.
"But there's another development.""
She opened her laptop.
Northstar had received an anonymous email that morning.
It contained a series of photographs.
One showed Xavier entering Harold's office.
Another showed him carrying a brown envelope.
The final photograph showed Harold handing him a document.
The timestamp was two days before Xavier submitted the forged licensing agreement.
I stared at the images.
"Who sent these?""
"An employee at Harold's company.""
"Do we know who?""
"Not yet.""
Evelyn enlarged the final photograph.
The document was clearly visible.
At the bottom was a signature.
But it wasn't mine.
It was Xavier's.
He had signed as the authorized representative.
And beside his signature was a handwritten instruction:
*Use Cedric's old signature. He won't notice until the deal is complete.*
Danielle covered her mouth.
"That's proof.""
"It's useful evidence," Evelyn replied.
"But we still need to authenticate the photograph and establish its source.""
I leaned back.
For the first time, the case felt different.
Harold and Xavier had spent weeks controlling the story.
Now someone inside their organization was helping us.
And that meant they might be losing control.
That evening, Northstar called an emergency meeting.
Richard Cole asked me to attend.
Evelyn came with me.
When we arrived, the atmosphere was tense.
Margaret Ellis was already seated.
Two board members sat opposite her.
Richard stood beside a screen displaying the disputed documents.
"Mr. Walls," he said.
"Thank you for coming.""
I took my seat.
He continued.
"We have reviewed the new evidence provided by your legal team.""
Evelyn opened her folder.
"We've also submitted the authenticated recording of Harold Vance, the original development notebook belonging to Daniel Walls, the hospital records, and the witness statement from Thomas Whitaker.""
One of the board members leaned forward.
"Does the witness confirm that the transfer agreement was fabricated?""
"His statement supports the fact that Mr. Walls disputed the transfer at the time. The audio recording provides direct evidence of a plan to backdate the agreement.""
Margaret Ellis nodded.
"We also received photographs from an internal source.""
She displayed them.
I recognized the brown envelope.
The same one Xavier had carried outside Harold's office.
The board member studied the image.
"Can we verify the timestamp?""
"That process is underway," Evelyn answered.
Richard looked at me.
"Mr. Walls, we want to continue discussions regarding your technology. However, our board needs to know whether you are prepared to defend your ownership publicly.""
I looked around the room.
"Yes.""
"Even if the dispute becomes expensive?""
"Yes.""
"Even if it takes years?""
I thought about my father.
About the shop.
About the thousands of nights I had spent trying to make the prototype work.
"Especially then.""
Margaret smiled faintly.
"That's what I wanted to hear.""
She slid a new document across the table.
"This is not a final acquisition contract. It's a conditional development agreement. Northstar will fund independent testing while the ownership dispute is resolved.""
I looked at Evelyn.
She examined the terms.
After several minutes, she nodded.
"It's acceptable as a preliminary arrangement, subject to the final legal review.""
I exhaled.
It wasn't the three-million-dollar offer.
But it was a beginning.
For the first time, someone was willing to invest in my work without asking me to surrender my identity.
Richard extended his hand.
"Welcome to the next stage, Mr. Walls.""
I shook it.
Then Margaret Ellis smiled.
"One more thing. Our engineering department would like you to meet the team next week.""
I nodded.
"I'd be happy to.""
As we left the conference room, Evelyn received a phone notification.
She read it.
Then stopped walking.
"What happened?"" I asked.
She turned her phone toward me.
It was a message from the anonymous employee.
*I know who ordered the forged documents. It wasn't Xavier.*
My stomach tightened.
Evelyn typed a response.
The reply came almost immediately.
*It was Harold's son.*
I stared at the screen.
"Harold has a son?""
Evelyn nodded slowly.
"Apparently.""
Another message arrived.
*His name is Daniel Vance. He works in the legal department. And he has been using Xavier to keep his father away from the investigation.*
I felt a chill.
The man behind the entire scheme might not be Harold.
It might be someone who had been standing beside him the whole time.
The following morning, I received an invitation to a press conference.
Harold Vance was scheduled to speak at eleven.
The announcement promised a major clarification regarding the intellectual property dispute.
Evelyn advised me not to attend.
But I watched the broadcast from my workshop.
Harold stood behind a podium.
Xavier sat in the front row.
Naomi was beside him.
Harold adjusted his microphone.
"Thank you for coming. I want to begin by expressing my concern for the Walls family.""
I almost laughed.
He continued.
"For years, Daniel Walls believed he had been wronged. Unfortunately, his son has inherited that belief.""
A reporter raised her hand.
"Do you have evidence that Cedric Walls copied your technology?""
Harold nodded.
"We have documents showing that Daniel transferred the design rights to me in 1999.""
Another reporter asked, "What about the recording in which you discuss backdating the agreement?""
Harold's expression hardened.
"That recording has been taken out of context.""
I leaned closer to the television.
He continued.
"I never stole anything. I built my company legally, and I intend to protect my intellectual property.""
Then he turned toward Naomi.
She stood.
My stomach tightened.
She walked to the microphone.
"I want to make a statement.""
The reporters began whispering.
Naomi took a breath.
"I was in a relationship with Cedric Walls for seven years. During that time, I witnessed his father working on the original braking mechanism.""
I froze.
She continued.
"I also saw documents suggesting that Daniel knew the design had been registered under Harold Vance's name.""
My hands tightened.
She was twisting everything.
"Naomi," I whispered.
Then she delivered the sentence that made me stand up.
"I believe Cedric knew about the ownership dispute before he submitted his own patent application.""
The camera zoomed in on her face.
She looked directly into the lens.
And for a moment, I saw no hesitation.
No guilt.
Only determination.
Then Harold placed a hand on her shoulder.
He smiled.
The broadcast cut to commercial.
I stared at the blank screen.
My phone rang.
Evelyn.
"Did you see that?""
"Yes.""
"Naomi has just made a sworn statement to Harold's legal team.""
I closed my eyes.
"What does that mean?""
"It means she's no longer simply a potential witness. She's actively supporting their claim.""
I looked at my father's notebook.
Then I looked at the television.
"She's lying.""
"I know. But we need to prove it.""
Before I could respond, another call came through.
An unknown number.
I answered.
A man's voice spoke quietly.
"Mr. Walls, my name is Daniel Vance.""
I stood still.
"Harold's son?""
"Yes.""
"Why are you calling me?""
He paused.
"Because Naomi is lying about what she witnessed.""
I tightened my grip on the phone.
"What do you know?""
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His answer was chilling.
"I know because I was the one who helped Xavier prepare the fake agreement.""
