“You have more than that,” he said. “You’ve been talking to the auditors.”

“They called me, Daniel,” I said. “They asked about the foreign transactions.”

“And what did you tell them?” he asked, his grip tightening on the edge of the wooden desk.

“I told them the truth,” I said. “I told them I had no knowledge of the accounts in Geneva.”

Daniel let out a breath, a harsh sound in the quiet room.

“You idiot,” he said. “Those accounts were opened in your name.”

“I know,” I said. “That’s why I had to tell them I didn’t sign the authorization forms.”

“I signed them for you,” he said. “Under the power of attorney.”

“To hide the money you took from the pension fund,” I said.

“It was a short-term loan,” Daniel said, his face flush with sudden anger. “We were facing a liquidity crisis. If the harbor project had failed, we would have lost everything.”

“So you stole from your own employees,” I said.

“I protected the company,” he said. “The board knew what had to be done. Clara knew.”