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Chapter 10: The Proxy Files
Two days later, Lydia met Priya Desai for coffee in a quiet cafe far from the bank. Priya was a compliance officer at Crownbridge, careful and soft-spoken, with a reputation for reading every footnote.
"I should not be here," Priya said, glancing toward the door. "But Daniel said you would listen, and I am tired of filing reports that disappear."
"What reports?" Lydia asked.
"Proxy votes," Priya said. "For the Halstead merger, shareholders must vote. I found votes recorded for accounts that had been dormant for years. The signatures did not match the original account holders. Some were signed by the same hand, over and over."
Lydia leaned forward. "Are you saying the merger votes were falsified?"
"I am saying the paperwork is wrong," Priya said carefully. "I flagged it to Langdon. He told me the accounts had given standing authorization. When I asked to see the authorizations, he said they were confidential and that I should focus on my own files."
"Did you keep copies?" Lydia asked.
Priya nodded and slid a thin folder across the table. "These are redacted copies. No account numbers, just patterns. The same handwriting, the same dates, batches of votes filed on the same afternoon, just before the deadline."
Lydia studied the pages. Even redacted, the pattern was stark. Dozens of votes, all for the merger, all from accounts no one had heard from in years.
"Why would they do this?" Lydia asked.
"Because the merger vote is close," Priya said. "Halstead wants Crownbridge, but many long-term shareholders are unsure. If you add dormant votes, you tip the balance. And if the merger passes, Langdon and Whitaker receive large payouts."
"Priya, this is serious," Lydia said. "If you share this with the board, you could lose your job."
"I know," Priya said. "But I became a compliance officer because I believed rules protected people. If I stay silent, the rules mean nothing. Daniel told me you have a board seat. If you present these patterns at a meeting, the board must investigate. I will stand behind the data, but I need you to carry it in first."
"I will," Lydia promised. "And I will protect your name until you say otherwise. No one should be punished for telling the truth."
Priya exhaled, as if she had been holding her breath for months. "Thank you. There is one more thing. The reserve account that received the swept interest? It is the same account that paid for merger promotion. Dinners, advertisements, bonuses for staff who supported the vote. It all connects."
Lydia wrote it all down, her hand steady. She now had three threads: the sweeps, the proxies, and the reserve account. Each alone could be explained away. Together, they formed a rope.
As they parted, Priya said, "Miss Hartwell, my grandmother had an account at Crownbridge. She trusted this bank with her savings. I do this for her."
"Then we do it for all the grandmothers," Lydia said, and shook Priya's hand.
Outside, Lydia called Susan Park. "We have proxy patterns," she said. "And a link to the reserve account. I need a board meeting, and I need it soon, before the merger vote."
Priya pointed to one page in the folder. "Look at this batch," she said. "Forty votes, all filed on the same afternoon, all in favor, all from accounts marked dormant. The signatures vary slightly, but the pressure of the pen is the same, the slant is the same. A handwriting expert would notice in minutes."
"Why did no one else notice?" Lydia asked.
"Because no one else looked," Priya said. "Reports go to Langdon first. He decides what the board sees. My report was marked reviewed and filed, but I checked. It never reached the board packet. It sat in his office."
"That is why the seat matters," Lydia said. "A board member can ask for the full packet, not the edited one."
"Exactly," Priya said, and for the first time she smiled. "You can ask questions Langdon cannot filter. You can ask for the reserve account statements, the proxy originals, the sweep logs. Once a board member asks in a meeting, the answer must be recorded."
Lydia squeezed Priya's hand. "Thank you for trusting me with this. I will not waste it."
"I will file for an emergency meeting," Susan said later on the phone. "With your founder's share, they cannot refuse you a hearing. Get ready, Lydia. This is about to become very public."
Lydia thanked her and sat quietly, holding the folder Priya had given her. She felt afraid, but she also felt accompanied, as if Rosa and Rebecca and Priya were all standing just behind her, waiting for their names to be spoken fairly at last, in a room that had ignored them too long.