immediately.”
Rachel stared toward the farmhouse.
Her mother was coming onto the porch carrying a pitcher of lemonade.
Rachel’s hands had begun to shake because she was starting to realize how much remained hidden from her.
“Can you send me copies of everything?”
“Yes.”
“Every document.”
“Yes.”
“And please preserve the login information connected to the application.”
The woman paused.
“I can make a note of that request.”
“Please do.”
Rachel’s accountant instincts had taken control.
Fear could wait.
First came documentation.
Dates. Amounts. Signatures. IP addresses.
She ended the call and immediately contacted her company’s HR department.
Within twenty minutes, they confirmed something else.
Someone had requested copies of Rachel’s payroll statements six days earlier.
The request had come from an email address created to resemble hers.
Only one letter was different.
Rachel felt nauseated.
Brandon had prepared this.
