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Chapter 9 - Forty-Eight Thousand DollarsThe payment had been made from Oleso Meridian's charitable giving account.

It had been labeled:

Family educational support initiative.

Daniel examined the authorization record in his office.

The transaction carried a digital approval associated with his account.

He had approved no such payment.

"Can somebody else access my credentials?" he asked.

Monica stood beside the company's chief financial officer, Patrice Howard.

Patrice had worked for Daniel for twelve years and was known for being meticulous.

"Your assistant access is limited," Patrice explained. "But somebody used a credential with authority to approve these charitable expenditures."

"When?"

"August twentieth."

Daniel checked his calendar.

He had been in Seattle.

Again.

"Who prepared the request?"

Patrice turned the screen.

"Vanessa submitted it as chairperson of the Oleso Family Outreach Committee."

Daniel leaned backward.

The committee had begun as a small charitable initiative honoring Amara's work with children.

Vanessa had persuaded him to let her oversee its annual fundraising gala.

He had never imagined she was using it to channel money elsewhere.

"How many payments?" he asked.

"We're reviewing three years of records."

Patrice hesitated.

"The forty-eight thousand may not be the only one."

Daniel felt his stomach tighten.

"Freeze any discretionary payments connected to BrightPath or Vanessa's committee until legal and compliance have reviewed them."

Patrice nodded.

"I'll preserve the accounting records and access logs."

Daniel turned toward Monica.

"Arrange a meeting with outside counsel."

"Already done."

He almost smiled.

Monica was one of the few people in his life who anticipated problems before they became disasters.

She placed another page on his desk.

"This is the part that worries me."

It was an invoice.

BrightPath had charged for a comprehensive family psychological assessment.

A second line item read:

Minor-beneficiary risk profile and fiduciary consultation.

Daniel stared at the wording.

"Why would a family counseling company be involved in trust matters?"

"That's what I want to know," Monica said.

At noon, Daniel met with attorney Rebecca Shaw, a specialist in corporate investigations and fiduciary disputes.

Rebecca was a Black American woman in her fifties with close-cropped hair and an exacting manner.

After reviewing the records, she said, "We need to separate two issues."

"Which?"

"Your daughter's safety, and the financial irregularities. They may be connected, but they require different evidence and different legal responses."

Daniel nodded.

"The child protective services report?"

"Cooperate fully. Make sure Naomi is safe, preserve evidence, and do not coach her. An independent child therapist can help her without turning therapy into an interrogation."

"And Vanessa?"

"If you want her removed from the residence, we need to address your marital and property rights properly. Don't assume that owning the house gives you permission to ignore Georgia law."

Daniel absorbed the warning.

Rebecca continued.

"About the money: suspicious payments are not proof of fraud by themselves. We need invoices, access records, communications, and the actual services provided."

Daniel looked at the folder.

"Then we'll get them."

Rebecca paused.

"There's something else. The name BrightPath is familiar."

She opened her laptop.

A minute later, she found an archived business filing.

The company had been formed years before Vanessa married Daniel.

Its original owners were Julian Vale and Vanessa Vale.

Rebecca turned the screen.

"Daniel, was your wife previously married?"

"No."

"Are you certain?"