never slept with her.”
That should have comforted me.
It didn’t.
Because I had never asked.
By noon, the audit team found the first irregularity.
The executive elevator policy did not exist.
Jang had invented it eighteen months earlier and instructed security to enforce it verbally, leaving no paper trail.
The financial records were worse.
Nine consulting vendors had received $18.4 million over four years.
All nine had been approved by the president’s office.
Four were tied to addresses associated with Jang.
At twelve-thirty, she appeared in my office.
