“Darcy’s personal ledger. She left her planner open on the desk. She hasn’t just been using your card. She took out three high-interest personal loans in my name two months ago using my forged electronic signature to pay her design vendors. She told me the deposits were from her influencer sponsorships.”
I looked at Callum. There was no grief left in his expression—only the cold, calculating fury of an intelligent executive who finally realized he had been treated as an accessory to his own fleecing.
“What are you going to do?” I asked.
