the folder.
“Your company owes me $286,000 under signed promissory notes.”
Vanessa’s eyes widened.
Daniel whispered, “Those were investments.”
“No. Investments don’t have repayment schedules and your signature beside borrower.”
Mara slid copies across the table.
Then I placed the expense printouts beside them.
“The hotels. The bracelet. The dinners. You billed your affair to the company.”
Vanessa stared at Daniel. “You said the company was yours.”
“It is!”
“Not entirely.”
I removed one final document.
“When you missed the second loan covenant two years ago, the agreement converted
