Dad said nothing.
He simply asked Rebecca to pull the supporting contracts.
She searched.
Then searched again.
Finally, she looked up.
“There’s a consulting agreement. But I can’t find the required quarterly reports.”
Dad’s expression hardened.
“Who approved these invoices?”
Rebecca checked the entries.
“Several people over time. Mostly through our vendor payment system.”
“Any direct approvals from your daughter?”
Rebecca shook her head.
“None that I can find.”
Dad turned toward me.
“Elena, we need to preserve these records and bring in an independent forensic accountant.”
I looked at the screen.
Nearly two million dollars.
I suddenly felt sick.
But while we were discovering that secret, Brandon was preparing to spend another fortune.
Using my money.
At 8:40 p.m., Brandon walked into The Sapphire Room with Savannah on his arm.
The Sapphire Room was an exclusive private club in downtown Chicago.
Its members included executives, professional athletes, and wealthy investors.
