All authorized under my digital approval.
“These are copies?” I asked.
Emma nodded. “I started keeping them after I realized documents were disappearing from the office.”
“How did you get access?”
“The old printer still saves scans if you know how to find the archive.”
Despite everything, I almost smiled. “You always were better with machines than me.”
For the first time that night, a real softness touched her face.
Only for a second.
Then it disappeared.
“There’s more,” she said.
I looked through the documents again. “Who is Ashford?”
“I don’t know exactly. But Jennifer meets someone from there every few months. Your mother says it’s for property management. Michael says it’s none of my business.”
“And you think they’ve been stealing from me.”
Emma shook her head slowly.
“I think that’s the smallest part.”
Before I could ask what she meant, there was a knock at the door.
