Rachel immediately telephoned Justin to gloat about my lack of a dramatic reaction, and he soon departed with his suitcases toward what he assumed was a better life. Once his car disappeared down the street, I opened the locked drawer beneath my desk to review six months of carefully gathered bank records, vendor contracts, and security logs. Justin had used his position as chief operating officer of my company to transfer nearly eight hundred thousand dollars through a fake marketing agency registered to a relative of Rachel. That stolen money had financed her luxury penthouse, private medical care, and expensive nursery. However, the most important document in that drawer was an old medical report from his mother Martha, which she had sent me three weeks earlier with a guilty note urging me to learn the truth. The official medical file confirmed that Justin suffered from irreversible permanent sterility and had been unable to father
children since he was nineteen years old. I immediately contacted my attorney to file divorce and fraud charges while securing a preservation order before sunrise.
