“Any minor discrepancy in the early filings was a temporary clerical error.”

“Our accounting firm was going through a massive transition during the corporate restructuring three years ago.”

“It was a simple administrative oversight that we have already corrected on our internal ledgers.”

Judge Beckett looked at Gavin over the rim of her glasses.

“Mr. Rourke, you are not recognized to speak at this moment,” she said coldly.

“But since you have, let me assure you that ‘clerical errors’ rarely involve hiding ninety percent of a company’s initial capitalization.”

I looked back at the gallery.

Sloane Pierce sat in the first row, her fingers digging into the strap of her designer leather handbag.

Her face was pale under her heavy makeup, her usual public relations smile completely gone.

Arthur walked to the clerk’s desk and handed over the first set of documents.

“These are the original wire transfer receipts from nine years ago,” Arthur explained.

I stood up beside my attorney, feeling the cold air of the courtroom against my face.

“The startup capital for Rourke Regional Mobility did not come from a bank loan, nor did it come from Gavin’s personal savings,” I said.