house. I pay Graham’s bloated salary. And as of ten seconds ago, you are all officially trespassing on my property.”
Graham’s face drained of color. He lunged forward, but two of my security operatives stepped between us, hands resting casually on their holsters.
“This is a bluff,” Graham stammered, pulling out his phone. “I’m calling the bank—”
“Call them,” I said. “But while you’re on the phone, you should know I didn’t just fire you, Graham. Those papers you’ve been signing for the last eight months? The ‘slush fund’ accounts you thought you were using to buy Chloe her diamond tennis bracelets and cover your gambling debts?”
Graham’s phone slipped from his fingers, hitting the snow.
“I routed them through a labyrinth of shell companies,” I continued, tasting the iron tang of absolute vengeance. “You haven’t just bankrupted yourself. You’ve committed systemic wire fraud and corporate embezzlement. The FBI has
the ledger. They’ll be here in twenty minutes. You’re looking at a lifetime in federal prison.”
Chloe screamed, backing away from Graham as if he had caught fire.
Graham fell to his knees in the snow, his arrogance shattering into a million pathetic pieces. “Evelyn… Evelyn, please. They’re my sons. I’m the father of your children!”
Marcus turned to me, a sealed manila envelope in his hand. His expression, usually an unreadable mask of corporate armor, flickered with something dark and heavy.
“About that, Ms. Vale,” Marcus said quietly, extending the envelope. “The private lab results you requested months ago. The ones you told me to hold until you were ready. I think you need to open them right now.”
I stared at the envelope. “What is it, Marcus?”
“Graham isn’t going to prison as a father, Evelyn,” Marcus said, his voice slicing through the winter air. “Because those twins
