My father had spent over thirty years investigating financial fraud. When he spoke like that, it meant he had already seen something I hadn’t. So I sat on a cold bench outside the courthouse and changed everything. Every PIN. Every password. Every personal card. Every business card. Every emergency account. I removed authorized users, froze cards, blocked access, and restricted payment permissions. Michael passed by and smirked.
“You’re being ridiculous.”
I looked up.
“And you’re very confident.”
That night, Michael walked into The Sapphire Room, an exclusive private club tied to my company membership, with Vanessa on his arm. He ordered a private suite, imported oysters, Wagyu, French wine, gold-flake cocktails, and a live violinist because Vanessa wanted to feel like royalty. Then she picked out a sapphire necklace worth nearly $200,000 from the club’s private boutique. Michael smiled and handed over my black corporate card.
“Put everything on this.”
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