Finnegan
The receipts on the screen had my name and signature on every single one. My eyes widened in disbelief, taking in every unauthorized transaction, every account I had never heard of.
"That can't be right,"
But it was right in front of me.
I had never signed any of these transactions.
Paid for goods to Yorkshire? Wolfe Corp had never paid for any goods to Yorkshire.
And what did they goods mean?
"What's the first dated receipt?" I demanded to know how long this nonsense had been going on right under my nose and I had no idea at all.
How the hell had that happened?
Annette scrolled through screen after screen showing all the receipts and transactions made in my name.
Money moving out of one of Wolfe's accounts in small amounts, small enough to avoid triggering the security system.
