My Husband Woke Me at 4:40 A.M. to Serve His Mother. Three Days After I Left, the Police Called About My House.
The focus of our meeting then shifted back to the company’s complex internal finances.
Samantha’s forensic accountant, Samuel Ortiz, joined our conference room via a secure video call.
He was a younger man in his late thirties, wearing neat glasses and speaking in the calm, methodical tone of a professional accustomed to explaining complicated financial webs to stressed clients.
“The good news,” Samuel began, adjusting his screen, “is that I do not see any evidence indicating that the consulting firm is insolvent.”
“And what is the bad news?” I asked, leaning closer to the screen.