gathered independently.”
Earlier that same day, our lawyers had finally approved the notices of suspension for everyone involved.
Christmas Eve had been a disaster.
But the irony of Charles’s situation made it almost poetic.
Five minutes ago, I was just “people like you.”
Now, I was family.
Charles suddenly turned aggressive.
“Do you think being the principal owner makes you untouchable?”
“No.”
“But are you really going to destroy my career over some documents?”
“I answered the call on speakerphone.”
“Evelyn,” she said, “we’ve recovered a deleted copy of the procurement documents.” Charles turned pale.
She continued.
“The forensics team confirmed that the deletion originated from the computer assigned to Mr. Whitmore. We also discovered payments made to an LLC registered to his brother.”
Diane sat down.
Grant whispered, “Dad?”
Charles said nothing.
That silence told me more than a denial would have.
I ended the conversation.
Rachel followed me
