Your part was the nineteen invoices from a consulting company that has no employees and shares an address with your brother.”

Her face simply emptied, all the practiced composure draining out of it at once.

I had found those invoices six weeks earlier, reviewing Cardinal’s confidential books as any buyer would before closing.

They were for “market access” services, and each one fell just below the amount that would have required the board to approve it, and together they came to a great deal of money paid to a company that appeared to do nothing at all.

Damian had personally approved every one.