Anny’s POV
I glanced at the clock on my monitor, the time said 8:47pm..
It was my 35th birthday, and here I was, still at the office finishing quarterly reports for my bosses while my husband waited for me at home sitting by himself at a table with dinner that must have gone cold by now and a bottle of wine. Typical.
I rubbed my eyes and clicked deeper into the shared drive, hunting for the vendor invoice files. That’s when I saw it.
The numbers didn’t add up. There were so many large transfers that went through fake accounts.
And these payments were inflated by hundreds of thousands. All signed off under Victor’s authorization.
My stomach dropped.
Embezzlement.
This was pure daylight thievery, clear as the sun. My boss, my charming, ruthless boss, Victor, had been stealing fr
