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Chapter 7: The Last Lie

Brooke stared at Chad.

“What recording?”

“The call where you said he would never discover the transfers.”

“You told me that call was gone.”

Chad took out a second phone.

“This one isn’t company property.”

Miriam held up a hand.

“Do not touch the screen.”

“Why?

Are you afraid of what she said?”

He tapped the phone, and Brooke’s voice filled the ballroom.

“He trusts me.

If we use the old tablet, he’ll never know.”

Several donors turned away from her.

Chad stopped the recording.

“That is conspiracy in her own voice.

I cooperated because she told me the transfers were authorized.”

Brooke looked at me.

“There’s more after that sentence.”

“Is there?” Chad asked.

“Perhaps the file became corrupted.”

Two investigators entered with uniformed officers behind them.

Miriam crossed the room to meet them and handed over the audit.

The lead investigator faced Chad.

“Place both phones on the table.”

“I am represented by counsel.”

“Your counsel can meet you downtown.

Put down the phones.”

Chad’s thumb hovered over the screen.

“If I erase this, you have Brooke’s signed invoices but nothing connecting me to the first transfer.”

Hannah raised her recorder.

“We have your voicemail.”

“About a restructuring, not fraud.”

Victor stepped away from him.

“Chad acted without board approval.”

Chad laughed.

“Now you find your conscience?”

“I did not authorize false documents.”

Mrs.

Wainwright tapped the flash drive.

“Your name appears on fourteen.”

Victor’s mouth closed.

Brooke slowly reached into her evening bag.

“Keep your hands visible,” the investigator said.

“It’s my phone,” she replied.

“And it contains the rest of Chad’s recording.”

Chad lunged at her.

Elena pulled Brooke behind the serving cart as an officer caught Chad and forced his hands onto the table.

“Give me the phone!” Chad shouted.

Brooke unlocked it and handed it to the investigator.

“I found his hidden backup folder two weeks ago.

I copied everything.”

“You were saving it to protect yourself,” I said.

“At first, yes.”

“And tonight?”

She looked at Elena, then at Hannah.

“Tonight I watched two women risk their jobs and safety to tell the truth while I kept looking for a way to escape it.”

The investigator connected Brooke’s phone to the laptop.

The recording resumed.

Brooke’s voice said, “He trusts me.

If we use the old tablet, he’ll never know.”

Then Chad answered, “Good.

Victor will copy his signature.

Once the money reaches Eleanor House, I’ll move it and leave Brooke holding the invoices.”

Brooke’s recorded voice sharpened.

“You said nobody would be blamed.”

“Somebody always gets blamed.”

In the ballroom, Chad stopped fighting.

Victor pointed at him.

“He invented the entire scheme.”

The recording continued.

Victor’s voice came next.

“Keep the owner distracted.

If his recovery fails, the board can argue he is unfit to manage the group.”

My breath caught.

I looked at Victor.

“You used my accident.”

“You were absent for months,” he said.

“Someone had to keep the company stable.”

“You called rehabilitation instability.”

“I protected shareholder value.”

“By emptying a charity fund?”

“You would have wasted millions renovating buildings for a small percentage of guests.”

Elena’s fingers tightened around the cart.

Mrs.

Wainwright stepped in front of Victor.

“My husband used a wheelchair for eleven years.

Was his dignity a waste?”

Victor looked past her.

“You’re twisting my words.”

“No,” I said.

“For the first time tonight, everyone heard them clearly.”

The investigator collected the phones and signaled to the officers.

Chad pulled against their grip.

“Brooke planned the first transfer.

She opened the door.”

Brooke nodded.

“Yes, I did.

And I will answer for it.”

He stared at her.

“You’ll lose everything.”

“I already lost the man who trusted me.

The rest is only paperwork.”

The officers led Victor and Chad toward the doors, but the investigator asked Brooke to remain.

She turned to me.

“There is one more thing you deserve to know.”

“What else could there be?”

“The night I ended our engagement, Chad wasn’t the reason I left.”

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She looked at my chair.

“I left because I was ashamed to be seen beside you.”

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