“She moved thirty-six months of my company’s money,” I said.

“That part isn’t my call anymore.”

His jaw tightened.

He turned his wrist over, and the diamond tennis bracelet slid out from under his cuff and cast a tiny white star on the wall behind him.

“That’s platinum,” he said.

“Know what I paid for it?

More than your first car cost.”

“You wore it to a fraud mediation.”