I took my seat beside Helen.
“No. Privacy is how you built this mess.”
Helen opened the first file.
Hotel charges in Miami.
Jewelry purchases.
Personal dinners marked as client development.
Tuition payments for Daniel’s nephew.
Medical bills for Patricia.
Monthly transfers to an account in Patricia Hayes’s name.
Patricia stared at the screen. “Daniel gave me that money.”
“From my company,” I said.
She looked at him slowly.
For once, her anger turned in the right direction.
Daniel leaned forward. “Those were reimbursements.”
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