telling investors about her expansion plans.
She’d been accepting congratulations as though her promotion were already guaranteed.
And she seemed utterly unaware that questions were emerging about financial transactions connected to her.
“Emily?” Daniel asked gently.
I slipped the phone into my bag.
“Martin found something.”
“About your father’s company?”
I nodded.
Daniel studied my expression.
“Does it involve Vanessa?”
I looked toward my sister once more.
“Yes.”
He waited.
“Are you going to tell her?”
“Not yet.”
“Why?”
“Because I need to review the evidence before I say anything.”
I wasn’t going to make accusations based on assumptions.
I’d spent years building a professional reputation around accuracy and careful analysis.
That wasn’t going to change simply because the person involved was my sister.
But Martin’s message told me one thing.
The questions surrounding Bellamy Development were becoming more serious.
And Vanessa might soon have to answer for decisions she’d
