Almost.
She turned toward Victor.
“You told me that money came from your investment portfolio.”
Victor ignored her.
“This is a misunderstanding,” he told the judge. “The business had several legitimate accounts.”
“Then you should have disclosed them.”
“I did.”
Grace placed another document on the table.
“No, Your Honor. He disclosed a different account with a similar name. The account we have identified was omitted entirely from his financial statements.”
Victor pushed back his chair.
“This is ridiculous. Evelyn had no access to those accounts. She doesn’t know anything about how my business operates.”
I almost smiled.
He had forgotten something important.
For twenty-two years, he had trusted me to remember every supplier, every invoice, every payroll adjustment, and every dollar that entered or left our business.
He had trusted me because he believed a woman who spent her days in the kitchen could never understand the numbers behind the restaurant.
