Chapter 7 - The Audit Trail Deepens
Back at Hart & Sutherland Forensic Accounting, the atmosphere was electric with purpose and success. The firm’s new offices occupied the top floor of a sleek downtown skyscraper, overlooking the very harbor where Brynn’s penthouse stood.
Lena tossed a thick dossier onto Brynn’s pristine mahogany desk.
“You might want to see this, boss,” Lena said, a smug smile playing on her lips.
Brynn glanced up from a financial spreadsheet, pushing her glasses onto her head. “What am I looking at?”
“Remember those hidden offshore accounts Weston swore didn't exist during the initial deposition? The ones he thought were safe in the Cayman Islands under a shell corporation?” Lena tapped the cover of the folder. “We traced them. Not only did we find them, but we also found that Marguerite was a co-beneficiary. And guess what else?”
Brynn raised an eyebrow. “Tell me.”
“They didn't just hide money from the tax man. They embezzled hundreds of thousands from the charity trust Marguerite supposedly ‘chaired’ out of the goodness of her heart.” Lena laughed lightly. “The federal prosecutor wants to tack on wire fraud and grand larceny charges. It means Weston’s current sentence is about to double, and Marguerite is going to join him in orange before the year is out.”
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Brynn looked out the floor-to-ceiling glass window, watching the gulls glide over the water. She didn't feel anger anymore; she only felt a profound sense of cosmic balance being restored.
“File it with the DA’s office, Lena,” Brynn said quietly. “Let the law finish what they started.”
