Both at once.”
A week later, Joshua’s firm opened an internal audit.
The fake invoices, the padded expenses, the conflict of interest with Cheyenne — it all reached well beyond his divorce.
He was suspended, then fired.
Cheyenne resigned two days after that.
The St.
Paul apartment sat empty; the romance didn’t survive its first real bill.
He called late one night, his voice stripped of its old confidence.
“Cheyenne left me.”
Gretchen said nothing.