There was something different in his voice now.
Not anger.
Concern.
I smiled.
“Why? Is there something on there I shouldn’t have seen?”
My father’s palm hit the table.
“Enough games.”
I looked at him.
“I agree.”
I stood.
The room fell silent again.
“While I was supposedly too unstable to carry out my responsibilities, money was moved from accounts connected to this company.”
Nobody spoke.
“Authorisations were made.”
I looked at Amelia.
“Documents were signed.”
Her face paled.
Then Daniel.
“Advice was given.”
His jaw clenched.
Finally, my father.
“And decisions were made by people who apparently thought I wasn’t coming back.”
My father laughed.
“You don’t understand those transactions.”
“Maybe not.”
His expression relaxed slightly.
He thought he’d won something.
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