Chapter 13 - The Confrontation In The High Rise Living Room
“What are you talking about, Claire? I was staying at the downtown corporate hotel!” Daniel stammered, tossing his briefcase onto the sofa.
“Stop lying, Daniel,” Claire interrupted, her voice cutting through the quiet room like a razor-sharp scalpel.
She slid the forensic accountant’s audit report across the polished mahogany desk toward the edge.
“Thirty thousand dollars from your mother’s shell company deposited into your private checking account last month.”
“Forged notary signatures on my pre-nuptial property deed filed through a corrupt clerk in Queens.”
Daniel stared at the papers on the desk, his hands trembling as he realized the magnitude of the legal trap he had walked into.
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“You hired forensic auditors while you were away?” Daniel whispered in sheer disbelief, his voice cracking.
“I didn't hire them; my family estate attorney put them on standby the moment I saw your mother sitting in my robe,” Claire replied coldly.
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