“You should explain why $1.8 million disappeared from my deployment account.”
For the first time, she looked nervous.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
My father emerged from the office.
“That money was invested.”
“You transferred it to Blue Ridge Holdings.”
His expression flickered.
Blue Ridge Holdings was a shell company registered under his accountant’s brother.
“You’ve been snooping,” he said.
“I’ve been auditing.”
He laughed.
“I built Hayes Construction from nothing.”
“No,” I replied.
“My grandfather built it.”
Silence.
“He left it to me,” my father said.
“He left you forty-nine percent.”
The room froze.
I placed a certified letter on his desk.
My grandfather had placed fifty-one percent of the company into a trust under my name.
