Chapter Twenty-Two
Weston
“I said, six million dollars have been transferred to a private f*****g account, Weston,” Mark shouts into my ear. “Why the hell was that money moved?”
What? Apparently, I hadn’t heard him wrong the first time. “Six million dollars? I have no idea what you’re talking about, Mark.”
“Bullshit. You haven’t noticed the money missing from our accounts?”
“Of course. Shayne’s been handling it.”
Mark’s bellow is loud enough I need to move the phone away from my ear as he retorts, “That’s the f*****g problem, man. Your damn assistant is the owner of the account and the transfer was approved by you!”
“What?”
“We’re f****d, man. Why didn’t you read everything before approving it? You signed the paperwork, dumb s**t, and there’s not a damn thing we can do about it.”
