
Mail.
Authorizations altered.
Orders sent to the previous administrator to advance payments to a shell company ultimately controlled by one of Alejandro’s partners.
My husband’s face went blank as he recognized each page.
—“You don’t know how to interpret that,” he finally said, too quickly. “They’re normal operating movements.”
—“Don’t explain it to me,” I replied. “Explain it to the board and the accounting expert. I sent them a copy this afternoon.”
Now the room was silent.
One of Patricia’s friends carefully set her glass down, as if she had just realized she was in a house where something important had just shattered. Fernanda no longer smiled. She stared at Alejandro with the mix of fear and fascination people feel when someone they thought untouchable crumbles.
Patricia was the first to lose her composure.
—“That’s a lie! My son would never do something like that to you!”
I looked at her calmly.
—“Your son didn’t just do it. He did it badly.”
I pulled out the final document.
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