Chapter 2: The Wrong Sentence
Chapter 2: The Wrong Sentence
The smile disappeared from Savannah's face.
Only for a second.
But it was enough.
"What do you mean?" she asked lightly.
I looked around the table.
Every phone that had been recording my humiliation was now pointed at her instead.
"You just mentioned the March statements."
Savannah forced a laugh.
"So?"
"So," I replied, "those statements were never emailed to you."
Silence.
Becca slowly picked up the white envelope in front of her.
"What March statements?"
Savannah reached for her wine.
"They're just wedding expenses."
"No," I said.
"They're Ethan's family's investment statements."
Now nobody touched their food.
Kenzie frowned.
"I don't get it."
I looked directly at Savannah.
"My brother asked me to review some unusual charges because I'm the accountant for our family's business."
Becca's eyes widened.
"I thought Ethan handled all the finances himself."
"He usually does."
I folded my stained napkin carefully.
"But three months ago, someone started moving money through the wedding account."
Savannah interrupted.
"That's ridiculous."
"Is it?"
I reached into my purse and removed a thin folder.
"I wasn't standing up for the photographer."
I placed the folder on the table.
"I was going to hand these to you privately."
No one spoke.
Inside were copies of invoices.
Duplicate payments.
Fake vendor receipts.
Transfers to companies that didn't exist.
Each one highlighted in yellow.
May you like
Becca whispered,
"Oh my God..."
