KENDRA
For a long moment after Pascal asked what was wrong, I said nothing.
The words were there, stuck in my throat like something too large to swallow. It was easier to say I’m fine, to pretend everything was under control. But I wasn’t fine. Not even close.
“I found something,” I said finally.
His brow furrowed slightly, though his voice stayed calm. “Found what?”
“Discrepancies,” I replied. “In the company’s financials. Transfers that don’t add up. I thought I’d already cleaned up the mess my ex left behind, but this...” I exhaled. “It’s deeper than I realized.”
Pascal’s gaze sharpened. “How deep?”
“Millions,” I said quietly. “Hidden behind fake vendor accounts, offshore transfers, all buried under layers of paperwork. Harding and a few others were clearly involved, but I think
