He Married a Forensic Accountant and Decided Fraud Was a Good Hobby. He Forgot Who My Father Was

I never answered them.

“Do you ever regret not letting me fire him myself,” my father asked, “the day I found out?”

I shook my head.

“If you’d fired him, he’d have spent the rest of his life a martyr.

He’d have blamed you, blamed my family, told everyone he was a good man crushed by an elitist billionaire father-in-law.

But it didn’t come from you.

It came from his own computer, his own emails, his own forged signature, his own compliance office.