On My Wedding Night, My Father-in-Law Pressed $1,000 Into My Hand and Whispered, “If You Want to Live, Run.”

For months, I had believed Adrian was interested in my career because he respected my intelligence.

He asked about my work.

He remembered the names of projects.

He occasionally asked questions about our accounting systems.

I had never shared passwords or knowingly disclosed confidential information.

But I had spoken casually about processes and responsibilities that seemed unremarkable at the time.

Now I wondered whether those conversations had served another purpose.

Martin assured me that the company would investigate the records rather than assume I was responsible.

He also told me to preserve anything that might be relevant.

I left his office feeling as though every part of my life had been quietly rearranged without my knowledge.

Victor contacted me again on the fourth day.

His message was brief.

I can explain some of what happened. Your attorney should be present. I will speak only in a place you choose.

I forwarded it to Rebecca.

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