And she had very nearly finished the job with a wedding ring on her finger and thirty witnesses raising a glass to the marriage.
Chapter 7 — How It Was Hidden
“Then why didn’t you show him this before tonight?” Adrienne asked, and immediately regretted the boldness of it.
But Marguerite only smiled, tired and sad.
“Do you think I didn’t try?”
She had tried for months, she said, and every attempt had been turned into further proof of her instability.
A worried mother waving papers looks exactly like a jealous one if someone has already whispered the word jealous into her son’s ear a hundred times.
Camilla had gotten ahead of every move.
When Marguerite noticed odd gaps in a quarterly report, Camilla explained it as an overbearing old woman meddling in a business she didn’t understand.
Every warning Marguerite raised became one more brick in the wall.
“The only reason any of this is on that desk,” Marguerite went on, “is a young man named Rafael.
Corbin’s assistant.
He found the records three days ago in a shared cloud folder Camilla thought she had deleted for good.
He came to me, because he knew Corbin would never believe him alone — an assistant accusing the boss’s fiancée doesn’t keep his job.