I laughed softly.
“You make it sound simple.”
“It wasn’t.”
He paused.
“But sometimes the most important decision is the one you make before you have all the answers.”
I looked at him.
“The cards?”
“The cards.”
We both smiled.
Then he grew serious.
“And remember something. Fraud isn’t always about money.”
I frowned.
“What do you mean?”
He looked toward the city.
“It’s about people convincing themselves that they’re entitled to something that belongs to somebody else.”
I thought about Brandon.
About the necklace.
About five years of transfers.
And nine years of marriage.
Dad was right.
Brandon’s greatest deception hadn’t been convincing our employees that Lakefront was a legitimate vendor.
It had been convincing me that his love entitled him to anything I’d worked for.
One year after my divorce, Rossi Design Group celebrated its thirteenth anniversary.
We held a small reception at The Sapphire Room.
Not a lavish party.
