He Read His Mistress’s Love Letter at My Dinner Table. Then I Asked Him to Read the Bank Transfers.

moved down the page.

“Vivienne, this isn’t the time.”

“You chose the time.”

I folded my hands in my lap.

“And Lila chose the audience.”

One of the board members leaned forward.

“What transfers?”

Daniel looked at him sharply.

“Internal company expenses.”

“Then you should have no difficulty reading them.”

I nodded toward the page.

“Start with January.”

Daniel remained continue reading …