I looked at him.

“You need to help me clear this up before tomorrow,” Graham said, his hands shaking as he reached toward me. “If the board hears about the investigation, I’m finished. We can go together. We can tell them it was a administrative error.”

“It wasn’t an error, Graham,” I said. “It was fraud.”

“Please,” Graham begged. “Just give me until the gala. Let me present the project. Once the new investors sign on, I can pay you back every cent. I’ll even sign a post-nuptial agreement.”

“The gala is tomorrow night, Graham,” I said. “And the sheriff’s department will likely have processed your warrant by then.”

“I’ll get a signature bond,” Graham said quickly. “My lawyer can get me out in two hours. Just don’t say anything to the press. Don’t ruin me in front of the Dallas elite.”

I looked down at my watch.

It was almost three o’clock.

“Sterling will handle the remaining paperwork,” I said, ignoring his plea. “I need to pick up my daughters from school.”

“Jocelyn!” Gloria called out as I walked toward the heavy oak door of the conference room.