The Price of a Perfect Marriage and the Silent Rebuild of My Worth
“Are you certain of this, Clara?” Arthur asked, his voice shaking slightly.
“The digital signatures and routing numbers are all there,” I said, pointing to the bottom of the page.
“There is a second set of documents,” I continued.
I passed another folder to Evelyn.
“These are internal emails between Ethan and Lila Parker,” I said.
Marcus Thorne gasped.
“The marketing intern?” Evelyn asked, her eyes widening.
“Yes,” I said.
“The emails detail not only their personal relationship but also financial promises made to her,” I said.
“He used company funds to secure an apartment for her in the city,” I added.
“He disguised the payments as marketing expenses.”
Arthur put down his mug.
The ceramic made a sharp clink against the wood.
“This is a disaster,” Arthur whispered. “The liability for the firm is astronomical.”
“There is more,” I said.
I turned to the final section of the binder.
“He signed a non-disclosure agreement with a third-party vendor using the firm’s name without board approval,” I said.
“He did this to cover up a failed software integration that cost us two major clients last quarter.”