I met her eyes.
“So having money means my savings become yours?”
“You’re family!” she shouted.
“Was I family when you accepted payments to help conceal Eric’s affair with Chloe Vance?”
Sarah froze.
Eric closed his eyes.
Eleanor spun toward her son.
“Who is Chloe?”
I removed another report from the portfolio.
“Chloe Vance received more than $140,000 in hotels, jewelry, luxury travel, and other expenses over fourteen months.
Several transfers into Sarah’s account were labeled ‘for covering for me.’”
“Those memos could mean anything!” Sarah shouted.
“Of course they could,” I replied.
Eleanor turned toward her daughter.
“Did you know about this?”
Sarah could not meet her eyes.
“It wasn’t my business.”
That answer destroyed whatever unity remained between them.
Eric began shouting at Sarah for letting details leak.
Richard blamed her for jeopardizing the company.
Eleanor demanded to know where the family’s money had actually gone.
Within seconds, the same people who had toasted together inside my house were attacking one another in front of investors and members of the press.
Thomas Sterling raised one hand.
“We are finished.”
The room quieted.
