That night, I went home with my sister, photographed the swelling on my face, gave a statement, and then slept for nearly twelve hours.
By Monday morning, Mercer BuildCo’s bank had suspended further draws from its credit facility while it conducted a review.
My escrow agent returned the four hundred thousand dollars to my account.
Two investors called for an emergency meeting.
Daniel sent me forty-three messages.
The first said, “I’m sorry.”
The tenth said, “You ruined me.”
The final one said, “If you loved me, you’d fix this.”
I responded only once.
“You hit me because I said no. Everything after that is simply the cost of hearing it.”
The investigation into the company uncovered far more than the forged purchase orders I had originally found.
Daniel had been moving money between projects, using deposits from new clients to pay expenses from older jobs, and providing altered schedules to lenders.
Lorraine knew about it.
Worse, she had encouraged him.
An email later produced during discovery contained one sentence from her:
“Once Elena’s money comes in, none of this will matter.”
That sentence moved through the investor group faster than any revenge I could possibly have designed.
Eventually, Daniel pleaded guilty to falsifying business records and reached a separate disposition on the assault charge.
His contractor’s license was suspended.
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