I gripped the edge of the table.
My parents were receiving enormous sums of money through the trust.
Vanessa wasn’t merely stealing to finance expensive clothes, luxury cars, and her extravagant lifestyle.
She was supporting our parents as well.
Their new lake house.
Their vehicles.
Their jewelry.
The lavish wedding that reportedly cost a quarter of a million dollars.
The life they displayed so proudly to their wealthy friends.
It was all connected to money being siphoned from Vanessa’s employer.
The hypocrisy made me physically sick.
Eight years earlier, my family had condemned me for attempting to expose falsified financial transactions.
Now they appeared to be benefiting from a scheme involving millions.
“The board is moving on this immediately, Emma,” Marcus warned softly, sensing my internal collapse. “Halden’s CEO, Daniel Mercer, has been fully briefed by the secondary audit team. He’s notoriously ruthless regarding corporate theft. He views it as a personal insult. They’ve already involved federal authorities. Warrants are being drafted as we speak.”
