“Don’t.”
His coworker looked at him.
“We trusted you.”
Mark slammed his hand against the table.
“You don’t know anything!”
Mr. Harrison calmly opened another section of the folder.
“I know enough.”
He slid photographs across the table.
Bank transfers.
Company records.
Emails.
Approval forms.
Dates.
Amounts.
Names.
Everything connected.
Then he placed one final document in front of Mark.
“This is the forensic audit.”
Mark stared at it.
Mr. Harrison continued.
“The company has known about the missing money for six weeks.”
Mark’s breathing changed.
“Then why haven’t you fired me?”
“Because I needed to know who else was involved.”
Mark looked at him.
Mr. Harrison’s voice became colder.
“And because I needed to know whether you had used your wife’s identity without her knowledge.”
Mark turned toward me.
“Linda, listen to me.”
I stepped back.
“Don’t.”
“I can explain.”
“You had twenty-seven years to explain.”
He stopped.
I could feel tears in my eyes.
But I refused to let them fall.
“Did you use my signature?”
He looked down.
That was enough.
I nodded slowly.
“I see.”
Mark whispered my name.
“Linda…”
I shook my head.
“Don’t call me like everything is normal.”
The room was completely silent.
