the shareholder resolutions your mother just witnessed.”
Vanessa stood abruptly.
“This is insane.”
“No,” I said. “Insane was sleeping with my husband while secretly billing luxury vacations to my company.”
Her face froze.
Daniel turned sharply toward her.
I continued.
“Four Seasons Maui. Paris. Aspen. All disguised as supplier-development expenses.”
Daniel’s arrogance cracked.
“You’ve been spying on us?”
“I’ve been auditing my company.”
He stared at me.
My company.
This time, he heard it.
The grandfather he mocked as an “old-fashioned dinosaur” had built Mercer Development from one construction crew
