How many things are hidden beneath the golden carpet of Waltherpark?

The chair is overturned, hot coffee has stained Signa Holding’s documents. The air is thick with the smell of a frantic escape. Benko has disappeared. In this room, where for years the boundaries of an empire of glass and concrete were drawn, only the sound of falling dust remains. For a decade, every crack in the system has been hidden, every doubt stifled, and every environmental alarm “swept under the rug.” 

But dust does not disappear: it accumulates. And today that rug has been lifted, revealing that what we thought was a flat surface has become an insurmountable mountain of debt, investigations, and broken promises. 

Pull up a chair. Rummage through the desk and piece together the fragments of this story.