I followed each one.
And what I discovered was far worse than expensive lunches.
Nearly $74,000 had been drained from my business over eleven months.
Sarah stared at the pages.
“Seventy-four thousand?”
Greg stepped closer.
“Mom, we can talk about this privately.”
“No.”
“Please.”
That word surprised me.
Greg barely used please anymore.
Sarah looked between us.
“What did you do?”
Greg snapped, “Nothing!”
Then my accountant entered.
Daniel had handled my finances for fifteen years.
Greg went pale.
Daniel carried a thick folder.
“Beth.”
“Did you find it?”
His expression was grim.
“Everything.”
Greg whispered, “Find what?”
Daniel opened the folder.
“A line of credit for two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”
My legs nearly gave out even though I already knew.
Sarah looked completely confused.
“What line of credit?”
Daniel slid a document across the counter.
Willow & Hart was listed as collateral.
At the bottom was a signature.
