For almost three months, I was barely at the office.
“I’d check my email at night,” I said. “I’d sign things when Monica sent them over. But I wasn’t really watching. I couldn’t. I was holding Loretta’s hand while she threw up into a plastic tub.”
And during those three months, unauthorized money transfers started going out of Buckeye’s accounts. Under my login. With my approval code.
The money went to a supplier called Halston Ridge Supply. A company I’d never ordered from. Never even heard of.
By the time our bank flagged it, more than three hundred thousand dollars was gone.
“Once the investigators got involved,” I said, “Trevor testified that I’d told him to make those
payments. He said I’d been under a lot of stress with his mother, and I’d made some bad decisions. He said I’d asked him to cover for me.” I set the spoon down. “And Monica brought in paperwork. Emails. Approval forms. All of it looked like it backed up what he said.”
