the fraud surfaced, she would take the fall.
If investigators dug deeper, I would follow.
I looked at my husband.
“You brought your own sister here to frame her.”
His mask finally cracked.
“You don’t understand what it takes to keep this company alive.”
“Forty-one million dollars?”
“It wasn’t stolen.”
The auditor replied, “We traced eleven million to private investment accounts, seven million to real estate, and six million to political access consultants. The rest moved through layered accounts.”
“Investments for the company,” he snapped.
“In your name.”
Silence.
Jang
