Leonard Crowe.
Male. Late sixties.
This one surprised him.
Leonard was still active—very active. He was a respected figure in the movie industry, known as a "kingmaker." A man whose approval could launch international stars or quietly blacklist them.
Michael had met Leonard several times.
He had even shaken his hand.
Leonard smiled easily. Spoke warmly. Offered praise like candy.
And yet…
He owned him without him knowing looking back now Micheal feel stupid now "Gosh."
Michael opened the deeper file.
What stared back made his chest tighten.
Bribery trails. Silent settlements. Coercive contracts masked as "development deals." Actors and directors locked into agreements they could never exit without financial ruin.
Leonard didn't just control movies.
He controlled people.
Michael exhaled slowly.
"So that's it," he said. "Three of you."
Two men. One woman.
All older. All entrenched. All protected by time, money, and silence.
