I nodded toward Marcus.
The screen lit up.
Corporate expense records appeared.
Hotel bills.
Luxury handbags.
Furniture deliveries.
A private vacation to Mexico.
Patricia’s face changed first.
Daniel whispered, “Claire…”
I continued.
“For six weeks, our auditors have reviewed expenses authorized by Daniel and charged through Patricia’s consulting budget.”
Patricia snapped, “Those were business expenses!”
Elaine stood.
“No, they weren’t.”
A murmur rolled through the crowd.
I clicked again.
A spreadsheet appeared showing payments from the company to a shell consulting firm called Brighton Advisory.
$42,000.
$38,500.
$61,
