I stared at him.
“Six million?”
He nodded.
“Some funds were transferred through businesses connected to people close to him. Others went into accounts investigators believe he controls indirectly.”
I turned another page.
There were copies of invoices.
Banking records.
Electronic approvals.
And signatures that our auditors believed had been falsified.
For a moment, I felt as though I were watching another part of my life fall apart.
I had believed Derek’s company was finally succeeding.
I had believed my investment support had helped create jobs and a promising business.
Now I was discovering that he had been quietly draining the very resources intended to keep it alive.
“Why didn’t anyone tell me sooner?” I asked.
“Because the first discrepancies could have had innocent explanations. We needed a proper review before making accusations.”
My father hesitated.
“And because I knew how much he meant to you.”
I looked down.
