“What kind of mistake costs a million dollars?”

His expression tightened.

“We don’t have time for attitude.”

I almost laughed.

My mother added:

“There’s an audit next week.

If the money is replaced before then, this can still be handled quietly.”

Quietly.

That word told me almost as much as the amount.

I looked at the folder.

Then at them.

“Why would I fix anything for Chloe?”

Beatrice gave the same sharp laugh I remembered from childhood.

“Because you owe this family.”