“I told you the company needed independent financial review.”
“You said that once.”
“I said it six times.”
He looked toward his parents.
Ruth’s lips parted.
Frank’s expression became unreadable.
Andrew returned his attention to me.
“What did you do?”
“I reviewed the contracts.”
“You reviewed them?”
“After you brought them home.”
“I found duplicate invoices, an improperly secured loan, and a supplier agreement that exposed the company to penalties it could not afford.”
“You told me your accountant fixed that.”
“Your accountant used the spreadsheet I prepared.”
Andrew’s face drained of color.
“I don’t remember.”
“I know.”
The admission hurt more than I expected.
I remembered everything.
The nights I stayed awake at the dining table.
The red marks I placed beside the numbers.
The notes I left beside his coffee.
The relief on his face when the bank extended the line.
The way his mother had thanked me for being “so useful.”
