"When did I ever sign a stock transfer contract?" I scoffed. "That's complete nonsense."
But the contract with my signature on it was real.
The shareholders had already seen it. I snatched it from the nearest one and looked for myself.
Valerie caught the shift in my composure and let out a mocking laugh. "See it now? That's your handwriting, isn't it?"
"Valerie, explain yourself. When did I sign this?"
She pulled out the chair in front of me, dropped into it with open contempt, and met my eyes.
"Three months ago. The night before you rushed off on that business trip. I got you drunk, and afterward, while we were in bed, I slipped it in front of you. You thought it was some contract for a car or a house. Didn't even bother to read it before you signed." A cruel smile curled her lips. "That's how much you trusted me."
She was right. I had trusted her without reservation. And all it earned me was betrayal.
So that was how I'd signed the stock transfer contract. No wonder Morris had the nerve to turn on me. He didn't think he needed to answer to me anymore. As far as he was concerned, the company was Valerie's now, and she called the shots.