"You knew," I said, my voice dropping into a quiet, lethal register. "You knew the entire time he was embezzling from the estate."
Julian didn't even flinch. He casually poured himself another glass of bourbon, the ice clinking against the heavy crystal. "I knew it was a possibility. There is a distinct difference between suspicion and proof, Maya."
"He bought three luxury properties in Dubai using my signature!" My knuckles turned white where I gripped the edge of his mahogany desk. "You forged my approval documents, didn't you?"
"I protected the company's valuation," Julian replied, taking a slow sip. He set the glass down with deliberate precision, refusing to look me in the eye. "If that news hit the press last month, the merger would have collapsed instantly. Your inheritance would
