Andrew ignored her and reached toward me. “Claire, please. Let’s not do this here.”
I stepped back. “You already did.”
Melissa slid a paper across the table. “This is notice of administrative suspension pending full review. Security will collect your devices.”
Andrew’s tone hardened. “This is harassment.”
“No,” Melissa replied. “This is documentation.”
Then Vanessa did something none of us expected.
She grabbed the folder and flipped through it with shaking hands.
Her expression changed with every page.
Dinner receipts. Hotel invoices. Jewelry purchases. Car service logs. Expense approvals. And then, halfway through, a charge I recognized instantly—a boutique furniture store in Lincoln Park. Two thousand four hundred dollars. The date hit me like a blow.
Three months earlier, Andrew had told me our savings were tight and we needed to delay the down payment for the fertility clinic consultation we had been planning for nearly a year.
Vanessa looked up, horrified. “You said you were using your bonus.”
Andrew lunged for the folder. “Give me that.”
Daniel caught his wrist.
The movement was sudden and messy enough that two restaurant staff members rushed forward. Chairs scraped. Someone gasped. The man with the badge stepped between them.
“Back up. Right now.”
