HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

Julian beside her, Sloane appeared younger.

Not innocent.

Simply less certain of the role she had chosen.

“I didn’t know about the forged signature,” she said.

“You knew about the shell companies.”

“I knew Julian moved money.”

“You signed the transfers.”

“He told me the board approved them.”

“You created false consulting invoices.”

Her jaw tightened.

“I came continue reading …