“You didn’t secure assets!” Richard roared, his voice cracking with panic, pointing a shaking finger at the ledger. “You secured a federal indictment! You arrogant, stupid woman! Look at these disclosures!”
Carla’s smug expression faltered. She slowly put the glass down. “What disclosures?”
“The revenue reports you showed me were completely fabricated!” Richard yelled, grabbing the file and shoving it across the table toward her. “Joel’s firm is a hollow shell! He has three active, massive liens filed against the primary operating accounts by a third-party bonding agency. He didn’t just mismanage funds, Carla—he embezzled from his clients’ escrow accounts! The firm is over three million dollars in the red!”
“That’s impossible!” Carla shrieked, her voice pitching into a hysterical wail. She scrambled forward, grabbing the ledger, her eyes frantically scanning the pages, unable to comprehend the astronomical negative balances.