her problems.
The following evening, Daniel opened his laptop and showed me why his family office had flagged a new investment proposal.
The applicant was V House Events—Vanessa’s luxury event company.
She was asking for $2.4 million to expand into three states.
At first, I nearly laughed.
Then I saw my name.
Emily Carter-Mercer, Chief Financial Officer.
My supposed salary: $210,000.
My supposed ownership stake: twenty-five percent.
And beneath a $600,000 personal guarantee sat a digital signature that looked almost identical to mine.
Almost.
Vanessa had copied
