“Every dollar of it came straight out of employee payroll and basic safety equipment,” Camila went on.

“While your laborers waited months for their wages, you were spending stolen cash on trips and jewelry and sports cars.”

The crowd erupted. “You stole our bonuses!” a foreman shouted from the back.

“You told us the firm was broke!” another worker yelled.

Edwin was sweating through his shirt now, his arrogance gone. He switched tactics.

“Camila, my love,” he pleaded, stepping toward her with a false smile. “We can sort all this out at home. We’re still married, and everything I did was to build a better life for us.”