I read every page.
On the last page, at the very bottom, he asked me to restore the company’s credit guarantee before the end of the week.
I set the letter down.
“Well?” Nina asked.
Ezoic
“Look at the order,” I said.
Ezoic
“What?”
“Look at the order he put them in. Counseling. Madison. Apology. Accounts. Postnup.” I tapped the last page. “And then the thing he actually wants.”
Nina looked at it for a long moment.
“You’re right,” she said.
“Nine years,” I said. “And he still thinks I can’t read.”
Cole Family Catering missed payroll that Tuesday.
Richard sent a company-wide email blaming me. He wrote that “an unexpected personal dispute” had interrupted the company’s financing, and that he was “working tirelessly around the clock to protect every member of our Cole family team.”
Graham forwarded that email straight to Nina.
He also forwarded a string of older emails. Emails proving that Richard had been quietly moving company money into his hidden account in Maryland for months. Graham swore he hadn’t known anything about it.
