Chapter 650: Collection of Tax
The first article appeared just after seven in the morning.
By eight, there were dozens.
The headlines were no longer focused only on the people around Silas. They were naming him directly, laying out financial records, unexplained transfers, companies connected to him, and questions about money that had moved through accounts that had never appeared in the public record.
One article focused on tax matters.
Federal Tax Authorities Reviewing Undeclared Income Linked to Silas Network
Another followed less carefully.
Silas Accused of Hiding Millions Through Private Companies
Then another.
Michael Case Opens Door Into Wider Financial Investigation
The articles did not all contain the same information. Some were detailed. Others relied on documents that had clearly been released in pieces. A few paragraphs were heavily redacted, with sections removed before publication.
That only made people more interested.
The tax issue became one of the biggest discussions within minutes.
People who had spent the previous weeks arguing about Michael and Silas were now talking about federal tax investigations, undeclared income, shell companies, and the possibility that money had been moved through different businesses to keep it away from tax authorities.
The comments under the first major article grew faster than the page could load them.
@MayaR:
"If this tax stuff is real, the Michael story is the least of their problems."
@Gama T:
"Like fr I belive so @MayaR cause the way things are moving seems there’s a lot that’s going to spark out a lot of problems.
@Jon_84:
"People keep saying ’tax evasion’ like it’s just another scandal. If the IRS is actually involved, this is serious."
@ChrisL:
"Nobody knows if the IRS is involved yet. Stop turning every article into a conviction."
@MayaR:
"The article literally says federal authorities are reviewing the records. That’s not the same as a conviction."
@ChrisL:
"Reviewing records can mean anything."
@DanielS:
"Not when the records include unexplained income across multiple companies."
Another thread had moved away from Silas himself.
@NoraB:
"Can someone explain how this affects normal employees if these companies are investigated?"
@MarcusT:
"Depends on whether the companies are clean or not. If money was being moved around, employees could get caught in the middle."
@NoraB:
"That’s what I’m worried about. People who had nothing to do with this could lose jobs."
@MarcusT:
"Exactly. That’s why these investigations aren’t just celebrity gossip."
A few minutes later, several comments disappeared.
People noticed.
@Liam:
"Why was the comment about the offshore accounts deleted?"
@SaraM:
"Which one?"
@Liam:
"The one that listed the companies."
@SaraM:
"I can still see it."
@Liam:
"It’s gone for me."
@Tasha:
"Same. I saw it ten minutes ago."
@ChrisL:
"Probably moderation."
@Tasha:
"Then why are some comments calling the article fake still there?"
That question spread quickly.
More people started checking.
Some comments remained. Others disappeared. A few users claimed their replies had vanished after mentioning specific companies connected to the story. Nobody could confirm whether the publication was removing them, whether automated moderation was doing it, or whether somebody else had gained access to the discussion.
The uncertainty only made the conversation worse.
@AaronP:
"This is exactly why people don’t trust these stories. Half the information is missing and now comments are disappearing."
@NadiaK:
"Or someone doesn’t want people connecting the names."
@AaronP:
"Who is someone?"
@NadiaK:
"That’s the question."
Another user posted a screenshot of one of the deleted comments.
It stayed up for less than five minutes before the image itself disappeared.
That was enough.
Screenshots were taken. Copies were reposted. People began comparing what they had seen before the deletions.
Some believed Silas was behind it.
Others blamed the news organization.
A few thought Michael’s people were trying to control the story.
Nobody had proof.
The argument continued anyway.
****
Across the city, another article appeared with a more serious tone.
It connected Silas’s financial dealings to the wider investigation and raised questions about whether money had been properly declared over several years. The report did not say he had been convicted of anything. It did not need to. The mention of possible federal tax violations was enough to change the conversation.
The IRS was not something most people treated casually.
For years, Silas had been used to problems that could be handled by lawyers, private conversations, political pressure, favors, and money. Tax authorities operated differently. If the records were already being examined, the size of his influence would not automatically make the questions disappear.
That was the part people understood.
And that was the part Silas could not control.
Felix sat across from Dayo with three screens open in front of him.
One showed the growing list of articles.
Another showed the public reaction.
The third contained the material their legal team had already received.
Felix had barely spoken for several minutes.
Dayo noticed.
"You’ve been staring at that screen for a while."
Felix looked over at him. "I’m still trying to understand how far this has gone."
Dayo remained seated, reading through the legal update on his tablet. "Far enough."
"That’s not what I mean."
Felix leaned back slightly. "We released part of it. Then the rest started moving on its own. The articles are spreading faster than I expected, and now people are finding connections we didn’t even put in the first release."
"People were always going to dig."
"I know. I’m just saying..." Felix stopped and looked at the screen again. "We could have released everything."
Dayo finally looked up.
Felix lowered his voice. "Maybe we should have. Before somebody interferes again."
"They won’t get the chance."
"You sound very sure."
"I am."
Felix studied him for a moment, then gave up on the question. He had stopped asking how Dayo managed certain things a long time ago. There were moments when Dayo seemed to know where a situation was going before everyone else had even realized it had changed.
"What happens now?"
"The legal team takes over."
"That’s it?"
"For now."
Felix looked at the articles again. One of the headlines had already been updated twice.
Dayo continued, "They know what can be released, what needs to be protected, and what can survive scrutiny. We don’t need to keep pushing everything ourselves."
Felix remained quiet.
Dayo picked up his phone and checked another update from the legal team.
"They’ll handle the next stage."
Felix nodded slowly, though his attention stayed on the screen.
The story was already bigger than either of them had expected.
*****
Silas was not sitting quietly.
A glass had been knocked from the table. Papers were spread across the floor. Two phones lay beside an open laptop, one of them showing a list of articles that seemed to grow every few minutes.
He had tried to remove one.
Another appeared.
A second article disappeared from one site and returned on another.
A story that had been buried twenty minutes earlier suddenly appeared on a foreign publication.
Silas stared at the screen.
"How?"
Nobody answered.
He turned toward the man standing near the doorway. "How is this still happening?"
"We’re working on it."
"Working on it isn’t an answer."
The man looked down at the phone in his hand. "Some of the publications have already received the documents from other sources. Removing one article doesn’t remove the material."
Silas walked back toward the desk.
"If I were outside, I could understand this."
The man waited.
Silas looked at the screen again. "But I’m not outside. I’m surrounded by people who are supposed to be controlling this. Half the people who normally take my calls are suddenly unavailable, and the ones who are answering are telling me they need time."
He picked up one of the phones and opened another report.
The headline had changed.
More names had been added.
Michael.
Silas.
Companies he recognized.
Financial transfers he recognized.
Some information was incomplete, but enough of it was accurate to make his stomach turn.
"Michael couldn’t do this."
The man said nothing.
Silas continued, more to himself than anyone else. "He doesn’t have the access. He also doesn’t have the people. And doesn’t have the reach."
That was what bothered him most.
If Michael had managed to push everything from wherever he was, it would at least make sense. Michael had always been reckless enough to try something stupid.
But this was organized.
Too organized.
Silas reached for another document and dropped it back onto the desk.
"Who is helping him?"
"We don’t know."
"Then find out."
"We’re trying."
Silas looked at him sharply. "Try faster."
The man left without another word.
Silas remained alone.
The room had become too quiet.
He walked toward the window and looked down at the street. Cars moved normally. People crossed the pavement carrying coffee. Nothing outside looked like the world had changed.
His world had.
Michael had been contained.
The digital evidence was supposed to be gone.
The people around Silas were supposed to be handling the remaining problems.
Yet the story kept growing.
That meant someone else was moving.
The thought stayed with him.
He returned to the desk and picked up the phone again.
Another notification appeared.
Federal tax authorities reviewing additional financial records.
Silas stared at it.
For the first time that morning, the anger gave way to something colder.
He knew what that meant.
The door opened.
One of his senior men stepped inside and stopped when he saw the state of the room. He did not comment on the papers or the broken glass. His attention went directly to Silas.
"Sir."
Silas did not turn.
"What?"
"There are people outside."
"Who?"
The man hesitated.
"IRS officers."
Silas slowly turned away from the window.
"They’re asking to speak with you."
For several seconds, neither man said anything.
Silas looked at the phone still in his hand.
The latest article remained open.
Then he looked toward the door.
"How many?"
"Enough."
The answer was quiet.
Silas placed the phone on the table.
Outside, footsteps moved through the corridor.
This time, nobody was calling to tell him they could make the problem disappear.
