Daniel spun around. “Vanessa, stop.”
Her eyes were bright with tears now. “No. I’m done. I’m not going down for something you told me was harmless.”
A silence fell.
Mr. Meyers watched her carefully. “Ms. Reed, what exactly did Mr. Carter tell you?”
Vanessa looked at me, and for the first time there was no smugness in her face. Only fear. And shame.
“He said Margaret was hiding documents that belonged to his company. He said she had stolen files from Whitmore Tower years ago. He said if we got them back, everything would be fine.”
I gripped the edge of the table. “Everything?”
Vanessa’s eyes filled. “The investors. The accounts. The loan.”
Daniel said her name again, but softer this time. “Please.”
She looked at him as if she had finally heard the truth beneath his voice.
“You said Emily knew,” Vanessa whispered. “You said the divorce was mutual. You said she had drained you for years.”
