But my dad had highlighted certain details with a yellow marker.
The same addresses.
The same contact people.
Facts with almost identical descriptions.
And most importantly, approvals made through Julian’s user account.
I felt my blood getting cold.
I don’t understand. Julian had no right to approve payments of such value.
- On paper, no. But someone gave him extra access.
I raised my eyes.
- Who?
My father looked at me with sadness.
- You, Sloane.
I immediately shook my head.
- No. I would never have done that.
“Do you remember the documents he brought to you almost two years ago when you were hospitalized for knee surgery?
I remained still.
I remembered.
Julian had come to the hospital with a huge bouquet of flowers and a stack of documents. He told me that there were some administrative updates for the company, necessary because I was going to miss a few weeks.
