One of his investors quietly lowered his glass.
Ethan forced a laugh.
“Okay. Funny. Lily, tell him to stop.”
Lily stayed silent.
Samuel placed the forensic accounting folder on the table.
Ethan’s expression shifted.
“What’s that?”
“Your future,” I said.
He reached for it.
I stopped him.
“Don’t.”
My attorney, Grace Nolan, entered with two investigators from our corporate security firm.
Ethan stood.
“This is insane.”
Grace opened the folder.
“Twelve fraudulent vendor contracts, four shell companies, falsified authorization records, and diverted payments totaling approximately $2.8 million.”
Ethan turned gray.
“That’s not mine.”
“Your electronic signatures are attached.”
“They were copied.”
“Then perhaps,” Grace said, “you can explain the emails.”
She placed printed messages on the table.
One read: OLD MAN DOESN’T EVEN KNOW WHAT HE OWNS.
Another: ONCE LILY HAS POWER OF ATTORNEY, THE BUILDING IS OURS.
Lily gasped.
She lifted the page with trembling fingers.
