I sat back on the couch, my hand on my forehead
“Oh my god,” I breathed. “It’s bad, right?”
Marcus sighed.
“Monique.”
I turned my head to look at him, my voice shaky.
“There’s something else I need to tell you,” he said carefully, “and I’m gonna need you to be strong for this, okay?”
My eyes narrowed. “Oh my god, what is it now?” I asked, feeling my chest grow heavier.
“If you signed documents.... and I don’t know yet, but if you signed things you didn’t read or didn’t fully understand… he might’ve forged more than just shareholder agreements,” Marcus said slowly, like he was choosing every word with caution.
“What do you mean?” I asked, my throat going dry.
“It means Ryan could’ve used your signature for more than just building that new company with his parents,” he said, locking
