Disappointment.
“Vanessa will be terminated immediately,” Ethan said quickly. “This was a private mistake.”
The company’s chief legal officer slid a folder across the table.
“Too late,” he replied calmly. “At 8:12 a.m., Elena Whitmore’s attorneys initiated a federal financial complaint.”
Ethan’s stomach dropped.
“What complaint?”
At that exact moment, I sat on the terrace of a beachfront villa in Malibu drinking coffee while waves crashed below.
My attorney appeared on my laptop screen.
“The board is panicking,” she said. “Richard asked if you’re okay.”
“I’m alive,” I answered quietly. “That’s enough.”
The affair humiliated me.
But it wasn’t why I left.
Six months earlier, I discovered irregularities inside company accounts.
Fake logistics contracts.
Shell corporations.
Missing funds routed through offshore accounts.
By the time I finished tracing everything, I uncovered nearly 94 million dollars in fraud.
And Vanessa’s digital approvals were all over the transactions.
