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

money.”

“I was going to replace it.”

“With what?”

Margaret’s grief sharpened.

“More money from Vivienne?”

Daniel pushed back from the table.

His chair struck the glass wall.

“You’re all going to regret this.”

Naomi remained seated.

“Before you leave, company counsel requires your phone, security badge, and corporate credit cards.”

He laughed bitterly.

“Do you continue reading …