In October, My Husband Left a Manila Envelope on Our Kitchen Table and Walked Out Into the Rain
“What was your position at Whitman Engineering during the summer months?”
“I was the office administrator,” Denise murmured, her voice quiet but clear across the hushed courtroom.
“I managed the daily gate logs, executive calendars, and client billing files.”
“Who had authority to sign for commercial credit lines on behalf of the firm?”
“Both partners had to sign together,” Denise said.
“Neither Greg nor Arthur could authorize a bank draw alone.”
“Did Greg Whitman sign the credit line extension documents dated July fourteenth and August twenty-second?”
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