Vanessa had crossed a line.
But that evening, I suddenly understood something.
I didn’t need to convince them.
Their behavior spoke for itself.
So I smiled.
Not because I found anything amusing.
But because I remembered Martin’s phone call.
The invoices.
The unexplained transfers.
The businesses apparently connected to Vanessa.
For years, she’d treated me like a dull, insignificant accountant.
She had no idea that the skills she mocked were precisely the skills Martin needed to examine the company’s financial records.
And she certainly didn’t know how quickly her own decisions might become the subject of a serious review.
Daniel hurried over carrying a large towel.
“Emily! Are you okay?”
“My shoulder hurts,” I admitted.
His expression tightened.
He wrapped the towel gently around me.
“We’re leaving. I want you to have it checked.”
Vanessa rolled her eyes.
“Oh, please. Does everything have to become a medical emergency?”
Daniel turned
