“And that’s when he started stealing from you.”Browse Reference
“Gradually. At first, he’d bring me documents to sign, explaining them as necessary business transactions or estate planning. I signed whatever he put in front of me because I trusted him, and because I couldn’t concentrate on anything except missing you.”
Blaine sat down his coffee cup and rubbed his temples like he was fighting a headache.
“The drinking started about 3 months after your supposed death. Just a glass of whiskey before bed to help me sleep. Then a couple drinks with dinner, then… Well, you can imagine how that progressed.”
I could imagine all too well. Blaine had always been a social drinker, someone who enjoyed a beer while watching football or a glass of wine with dinner, but never to excess. Grief had obviously changed that.
“Richard used the drinking against me,” he continued. “Said I was becoming an embarrassment to the company, that clients were noticing my behavior and taking their business elsewhere. He convinced me to let him handle more and more of the day-to-day operations while I focused on getting healthy.”Plan Gardens
