The Jacket She Mocked

Vanessa had said she was waiting for me.

Now I understood why.

She hadn’t wanted to see whether I had become successful.

She had wanted to make sure I was present when someone stole my foundation.

But as Daniel scrolled to the final section, his expression grew even darker.

“Mr. Carter,” he said, “there’s another problem.””

“What?””

He pointed to the signature line.

Beneath the forged signature was a witness declaration.

The witness had already signed.

*Victoria Reed.*

Victor’s wife.

Vanessa.

And according to the document, she had certified that I personally authorized the transfer three days earlier.