“This is a detailed record of unauthorized wire transfers,” he said, looking up at Claire.

“To the tune of fourteen million dollars,” Ethan Brooks added.

Ethan sat to my father’s right, his arms crossed over his chest.

His sharp eyes were fixed on Claire, watching her every micro-expression.

“All of those transfers went directly into offshore accounts controlled by Martin Collins,” Ethan said.

“And several of those accounts have your name on them, Claire,” my father said quietly.

Claire’s hand began to shake.

She let go of her purse, and it slid off her lap, landing on the carpet with a soft thud.

“This is a fabrication,” she said, though her voice lacked its earlier venom. “My father would never do that.”

“Your father has been funding his entire lifestyle with my company’s money,” my father said.

“He bought the house in Upper Arlington with a transfer disguised as a subcontractor payment.”

“He bought the boat in Florida with a fake equipment lease.”

“And you knew about all of it, Claire.”

Claire stood up so fast her chair scraped loudly against the floor.