Zara’s POV

A man in a suit with slicked-back brown hair, who looked like he was in his 40s, came in. I squinted my eyes to take in his features very well, but I hadn’t seen him before. He walked in slowly, head bowed like a criminal being arraigned for judgment.

“This is the accomplice who single-handedly worked with Zara to steal company funds.” She pointed to him, “Mr Dalton.” Madilyn continued, her voice filled with confidence in her lies.

I ran my hand across my face and placed my right hand on my waist, unwilling to believe the depth of deception these people were willing to dig.

“I have...