Two seconds.
Then my husband said:
“Then we make refusal look like incapacity.”
Arthur paused the recording.
I looked at the laptop.
“Play that sentence again.”
He did.
It sounded worse the second time.
“You have your answer,” Arthur said.
“No.”
He waited.
“I have one part of it.”
I needed to know how much had been planned before the money moved.
How many invoices.
How long Victoria had known.
How the authorization had been altered.
How much Sterling had been quietly carrying while Julian told everyone Vance Enterprises had made him successful on his own.
Arthur said: