And I had information the bank needed to review.
For eighteen months, I had preserved copies of every document Daniel instructed me to “fix.”
Personal hotel expenses.
A $74,000 sports car recorded as equipment transportation.
Payments made to a consulting business owned by Chloe’s fiancé.
Hundreds of thousands of dollars transferred into a property venture controlled by Dad.
The most damaging document involved Mom.
She had approved false marketing invoices used to conceal cash withdrawals.
None of them believed I had kept records.
They had confused my silence with loyalty.
On Tuesday afternoon, Daniel walked into my office carrying a cup of coffee.
“You done sulking?”
I closed my laptop.
“Almost.”
Without asking, he sat down.
“Mom feels bad.”
“No, she doesn’t.”
He laughed.
“You really need to stop taking everything personally.”
“Did you use company funds to pay Westbrook Consulting?”
His smile faded slightly.
“That’s Chloe’s fiancé’s firm.”
“I know.”
“They provide services.”
“What services?”
He stared at me.
Then shrugged.
“Networking.”
“For $318,000?”
