“It is worse than we expected,” Harold said as he placed the folders on the desk. “Gregory has been siphoning company funds for eight years through offshore accounts and fake invoices.”
Franklin closed his eyes briefly. “How much.”
“Over forty million dollars,” Harold replied, “and the construction division is technically insolvent, so without drastic measures we will need to lay off three hundred employees before Christmas.”
Abigail looked up from her drawing with concern. “Does that mean their families will not have money for food.”
Franklin sighed heavily. “Yes, sweetheart, your Uncle Gregory’s greed has put many people at risk.”
She stood and walked to his side, placing her small hand on his arm. “My mom always said money only matters if it helps people, and you have your own savings, so can you use it to protect them.”
Her simple words struck him with unexpected clarity. For years he had chased wealth as a scorecard, competing in a game that had cost him trust and love.
He turned to Harold and said, “Prepare the documents because I will invest sixty million of my personal funds to stabilize the division and keep every employee.”