Chapter 2: The Envelope That Changed Everything
Anthony's words hung between us.
"There's been a development in the company's internal review.""
Monica's fingers tightened around her bouquet.
"Anthony, can we talk about this later?""
Anthony frowned.
"Why later?""
"Because this is our wedding.""
He looked around at the guests.
"You're right. But Daniel is our most important business partner. I don't want him getting an incomplete picture of what's happening.""
I studied Monica.
Her expression was no longer arrogant.
She looked like someone trying to stop a door from opening.
"Anthony," she said softly, "we should go inside.""
He didn't move.
"Monica, what's wrong?""
"Nothing.""
"Then why are you shaking?""
She looked down at her hands.
The flowers trembled slightly.
I slipped the cream envelope back into my jacket.
"Anthony, perhaps we should discuss this privately.""
He nodded.
"Of course. The reception office is available.""
Monica immediately stepped forward.
"Daniel, I think you've made your point.""
I looked at her.
"What point?""
"You came here, embarrassed me in front of everyone, and proved you have money now. Congratulations.""
I almost smiled.
"Monica, I didn't come here to prove anything.""
"Then why are you here?""
"Because Anthony invited me.""
She looked at him.
Anthony exhaled.
"Monica, please stop making this difficult.""
Her jaw tightened.
The wedding photographer approached, camera hanging from his neck.
"Mr. Reed, should we continue with the family portraits?""
Anthony glanced at the photographer.
"Give us ten minutes, please.""
The photographer nodded and walked away.
Monica waited until he was out of earshot.
Then she lowered her voice.
"Daniel, whatever you think happened between us, it was years ago. I have a husband now. You have your company. Let's not turn this into something ugly.""
I looked at the woman I once imagined growing old with.
Three years ago, I would have given anything to hear her say those words.
Now they sounded like a negotiation.
"Agreed," I replied.
Anthony led us toward a small reception office attached to the garden venue.
It was a quiet room with cream walls, a long wooden table, and a window overlooking the wedding decorations.
A framed photograph of the venue's original owners hung above the fireplace.
Anthony closed the door.
Then he loosened his bow tie.
"Monica, I need you to explain something.""
She placed her bouquet on the table.
"Not now.""
"Yes. Now.""
He took out his phone and opened a document.
"Three days ago, our compliance team flagged an issue involving the marketing division.""
Monica stared at the screen.
"What issue?""
Anthony turned the phone toward her.
"An expense report.""
Her face tightened.
I remained silent.
Anthony continued.
"There's a vendor called Silverline Creative. They've billed us for six major campaigns over the past eight months.""
Monica nodded cautiously.
"They're one of our external agencies.""
"I know. But the payments don't match the deliverables.""
"That's ridiculous.""
"Several invoices were approved by your department.""
"Because I was responsible for campaign coordination.""
Anthony placed his phone on the table.
"That's not what concerns me.""
He opened another file.
"Silverline Creative was registered eleven months ago. Its listed owner is a woman named Rebecca Ellis.""
Monica stopped breathing for a moment.
I recognized the name.
Rebecca Ellis.
Monica's younger sister.
Anthony looked directly at his wife.
"Would you like to explain that?""
Monica sat down.
"Rebecca runs a creative studio. I recommended her because I knew her work.""
"Did you disclose that she was your sister?""
Monica didn't answer.
"Monica?""
"I didn't think it mattered.""
Anthony leaned against the table.
"Company policy requires disclosure of family relationships with vendors.""
"I was trying to help her business.""
"With company money?""
"She delivered work!""
Anthony opened another document.
"Then why are we unable to locate half the campaign files?""
Monica looked at me.
I understood why.
Northstar's acquisition team had requested an independent audit because the company was seeking substantial investment.
The audit had uncovered discrepancies.
And those discrepancies were now threatening the entire transaction.
I finally spoke.
"Anthony, I should clarify something. The review isn't limited to vendor payments.""
Monica's eyes widened.
"What does that mean?""
I removed a copy of the preliminary assessment from my folder.
"Your company's financial reporting includes marketing expenses that haven't been adequately substantiated. Northstar needs to understand whether those expenses represent poor recordkeeping, contractual disputes, or deliberate misrepresentation.""
Monica stood.
"You're accusing me of fraud?""
"No. I'm asking for documentation.""
"You're trying to ruin my career.""
I held her gaze.
"Your career isn't the subject of this review. The financial records are.""
She laughed bitterly.
"Convenient. You get rich, buy a company, and suddenly you get to judge everyone who ever doubted you.""
Anthony straightened.
"Monica, that's enough.""
She turned toward him.
"Don't you understand what he's doing?""
Anthony's voice hardened.
"He's doing his job.""
For the first time since I'd arrived, Monica had nothing to say.
Anthony rubbed his forehead.
"I've spent the last two weeks trying to understand these discrepancies. I trusted you to explain them.""
"I can explain.""
"Then explain.""
She stared at the document.
Finally, she spoke.
"Rebecca was struggling. Her studio was about to close. I helped her get a few contracts.""
"How many?""
"Three.""
Anthony looked at the invoice summary.
"There are six.""
"Some were renewals.""
"Why did the company pay for campaigns that were never completed?""
"They weren't never completed. The deliverables were delayed.""
"By eight months?""
She looked away.
Anthony walked to the window.
Outside, guests were gathering beneath the floral arch. Someone was testing the microphone for the reception speeches.
The ordinary sounds of a wedding continued.
Inside the room, something much less ordinary was happening.
Anthony turned around.
"Monica, did you personally receive any money from Silverline?""
She stared at him.
"How could you ask me that?""
"Because I need to know.""
"No.""
"Are you certain?""
Her eyes filled with tears.
"Yes.""
I watched her carefully.
I wasn't there to determine guilt based on expressions or old memories.
I was there to ensure the company wasn't investing in a business whose records couldn't withstand scrutiny.
Anthony sat down.
"Then provide the bank records and contracts by Monday morning.""
Monica shook her head.
"Monday?""
"Yes.""
"But my interview—"
Anthony looked at me.
"That brings us to the position.""
Monica turned toward me.
I took the cream envelope from my jacket and placed it on the table.
"Your application was strong," I said.
"Your experience is relevant, and your campaign results are impressive.""
She stared at the envelope.
"So I'm still being considered?""
"Your qualifications haven't disappeared.""
A little hope returned to her face.
Then I continued.
"However, the final appointment depends on the completion of the compliance review. No candidate can be placed in a position of financial oversight while relevant questions about their previous approvals remain unresolved.""
Her face fell.
"But the job is marketing.""
"The position includes budget authority, vendor approval, and executive reporting.""
Anthony nodded.
"Daniel is right.""
Monica looked at him.
"You're supposed to support me.""
"I do support you. That's why I'm asking you to resolve this properly.""
She sank into the chair.
For a few seconds, nobody spoke.
Then she looked at me.
"Can I ask you something?""
"Of course.""
"Why didn't you tell me you were successful?""
I looked at the wedding photograph on the wall.
It showed the venue's original owners standing beside a newly planted garden.
I wondered how many years it had taken those flowers to grow.
"I didn't know I owed you an announcement.""
Her eyes filled.
"That's not fair.""
"Neither was the way you left.""
Anthony looked between us.
"Daniel...""
I raised a hand gently.
"It's fine.""
Monica stood again.
"I made a mistake. I was young, and I wanted more from life. I thought you weren't going anywhere.""
"I understand.""
"You don't. You have no idea how much pressure I was under.""
I looked at her.
"Monica, I never asked you to stay.""
She blinked.
"I asked you to be honest.""
Her mouth trembled.
"I was honest.""
"You told me you were moving into Anthony's apartment temporarily.""
She looked down.
"That was complicated.""
"No. It was simple. You had already chosen someone else.""
Anthony closed his eyes briefly.
The silence that followed was uncomfortable.
Then he spoke.
"Daniel, there's another reason I wanted you here today.""
I turned toward him.
"What is it?""
He took a breath.
"Before we signed the preliminary investment agreement, Monica told me something about you.""
My eyebrows rose.
"What did she say?""
Anthony glanced at his wife.
Monica shook her head.
"Anthony, don't.""
But he continued.
"She told me you were unemployed, unstable, and obsessed with proving yourself. She said you had a habit of exaggerating your business prospects.""
I looked at Monica.
She immediately began shaking her head.
"That was before I knew about Northstar.""
Anthony frowned.
"That's exactly what I want to understand.""
He opened another document.
It was an email.
A message Monica had sent to him four months earlier.
The subject line read:
*A Word of Caution About Daniel Hayes.*
Anthony handed me his phone.
I read the message.
It described me as financially irresponsible, emotionally unstable, and prone to inventing business opportunities.
One sentence caught my attention.
If he ever approaches your company, I would strongly advise against doing business with him. He has a history of making promises he cannot keep.
I read it twice.
Then I handed the phone back.
Anthony watched me.
"I only discovered this because our legal team was reviewing old communications related to the acquisition.""
Monica looked desperate.
"I was trying to protect you.""
Anthony stared at her.
"From what?""
"From making a bad investment!""
"Did you know he owned Northstar when you sent that email?""
"No.""
"Did you know his company had already been approached by our investment advisers?""
She hesitated.
"I didn't know.""
Anthony shook his head.
"Then why did you send it?""
Monica looked at me.
For the first time, she seemed unable to hide behind her usual confidence.
"Because I didn't want you coming back into my life.""
I nodded slowly.
There it was.
The truth.
Not an explanation.
Not an apology.
Just the truth.
Anthony sat back.
"Monica, I think we need to postpone the rest of this conversation until after the wedding.""
She looked at him in disbelief.
"Postpone?""
"Yes. We have guests outside.""
She turned toward me.
"Daniel, please.""
I picked up the cream envelope.
"Monday morning. Nine o'clock. Bring every document requested by the compliance team.""
She looked at the envelope.
"Will you still interview me?""
"If the review permits it.""
"Even after everything?""
I paused.
"Your past relationship with me doesn't determine your professional qualifications.""
For a moment, she looked almost relieved.
Then I added:
"But your decisions at work do.""
Anthony opened the door.
The music grew louder as we stepped back into the garden.
Guests were laughing.
Waiters were carrying trays of champagne.
The photographer was positioning the bridal party.
Everything looked beautiful.
But Monica no longer looked at the flowers.
She looked at the envelope in my hand.
As I prepared to leave, Anthony caught my arm.
"Daniel, one more thing.""
I turned.
He lowered his voice.
"I checked the acquisition files again this morning. There's something else about Silverline Creative.""
"What?""
Anthony glanced toward Monica.
Then he whispered:
"The bank account receiving the payments isn't registered to her sister.""
He pulled out his phone.
"Daniel, it's registered to someone in your company.""
I stared at him.
"What did you just say?""
Anthony turned the screen toward me.
The account beneficiary's name appeared beneath the payment records.
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And it belonged to someone I trusted more than almost anyone.
My chief financial officer.
