They had used my stolen identity to extract $500,000 from Warren Jefferson’s own corporate treasury. And then they had used his own stolen money to buy the expensive champagne he was currently drinking in the next room. They had funded this entire engagement party by defrauding the man they were trying to impress.
It was a level of financial suicide so spectacular, so mind-bogglingly reckless that it defied all logic. They were literally sitting on a ticking time bomb, smiling and shaking hands with the man they had just robbed. I stared at the screen, calculating the legal fallout. Warren Jefferson was a man who destroyed ruthless competitors before breakfast.
When he discovered that his future in-laws had breached his investment fund using fraudulent credentials, he would not just cancel the wedding. He would unleash a fleet of corporate attorneys to annihilate them. He would bury Richard and Brenda under so many civil suits and criminal complaints that they would never see the light of day.
