“You can’t do that.”
The chair pushed the resolution across the table.
“We already have.”
Security approached.
Julian looked at me.
“You are really going to do this to me?”
“I’m not doing this to you.”
He looked at the papers.
Then his watch.
“Who gave you the right?”
Arthur closed the audit packet.
“She did.”
That was when Julian finally understood.
Not only that Sterling controlled the financing.
Not only that Clara Sterling was his wife.
But that the quiet woman he had left washing dishes had spent years standing behind the money he claimed proved he no longer needed her.
Victoria rose.
“Julian.”