After that initial meeting with the CEO, I was asked to come back to the company two days later. In two days, I gathered all the evidence and timelines I needed to prove myself innocent.
Right now,
Two days later,
Standing before the people who once worked with me—those I had trusted and who had, at some point, trusted me—I came to a stark realization. Mutual understanding in the past meant nothing. It didn’t guarantee loyalty. It didn’t shield me from betrayal.
I took a slow breath, my gaze fixed on the man in the center of the room. "Martino Holden," I muttered, my voice calm but firm. "My company has accused me of embezzling funds, and I was told that you were the one who reported it. Is that true?"
There was no hesitation, no moment of doubt. "Yes. I did," he confirmed withou
