my credentials, and submitted false revenue.”
Her expression hardened.
“Prove it.”
Daniel’s phone buzzed.
He checked the screen.
The Mercer investment committee had scheduled Vanessa’s final funding meeting for Tuesday morning.
Daniel looked at me.
I smiled.
“Tuesday works perfectly.”
Tuesday morning, Vanessa arrived at Mercer Family Holdings and sent me a selfie from the lobby.
Her message read: Wish me luck. After today, I’ll be the rich sister.
I replied: You always wanted that.
At exactly nine, an assistant escorted her into the conference room.
Daniel sat at the
