Daniel opened the first page.

Then the second.

His expression changed.

“Vanessa?”

She crossed her arms.

“Oh, please. Marketing costs.”

Daniel held up a statement.

“Four thousand dollars at Bellini Jewelers?”

“Influencer networking.”

I almost admired how quickly she lied.

Daniel looked at me.

“How did you get these?”

“Because the building owner requested a financial review after the restaurant missed two reserve contributions.”

Vanessa scoffed.

“The landlord has nothing to do with us.”

I looked at her.

“You’re right.”

She smiled.

Then I continued.

“There is no landlord.”

I pulled out one final document.

The property deed.

Hartwell Property Holdings.

My company.

My signature.

Vanessa stared at it.

“You own the building?”

“Yes.”

Her face went blank.

Daniel looked between us.

And for the first time, Vanessa understood exactly who she had been mocking every Sunday.

Vanessa recovered quickly.

Arrogant people often do.

“So what?” she snapped. “You’re going to threaten us with the building because I hurt your feelings?”

“No.”

I pushed the expense report toward her.

“I’m going to deal with the money.”

Daniel was still reading.

“Forty-eight thousand dollars?”

Vanessa rolled her eyes.