“If I cover this up, I go to federal prison with you,” Elliot said.

“We can settle this quietly,” Graham whispered. “We can pay it back.”

“With what?” Elliot asked. “You took four million dollars, Graham.”

“It was a temporary loan,” Graham said. “I was going to replace it.”

“You bought a townhouse in Aspen,” I said.

Graham whipped his head toward me, his teeth clenched.

“Shut up, Arden,” he said.

“Do not speak to her like that,” Elliot said, his voice sharp.

“She ruined us,” Graham said, his face contorting. “She brought this down on all of us.”

“You did this to yourself,” I said.

I opened my leather portfolio on the table.

The paper inside was crisp and white.

“You thought I only looked at the Delaware accounts, Graham,” I said.

Graham looked at the new documents in my hand.

The color did not return to his face.

“What is that?” he asked.

“Just some light reading,” I said.

I looked at the top page, scanning the numbers.

“You see, Elliot,” I said, turning to the managing partner. “Graham didn’t just want the four million.”