Elias The secretary lamp on my desk softly illuminated the spreadsheets and financial records splayed across my desk. A damp ring from my bourbon glass moistened the wood. I couldn’t be bothered with a coaster—not when Nocturne was on the verge of collapse. “This is fucking bullshit,” I said for what might’ve been the hundredth time since my father delivered the records. I circled a transaction in red and slid the page to him. “Explain this transaction.”My father considered it for a few seconds before returning to his new favorite line, “It’s personal.” I nodded and added the transaction to the growing list of “personal” expenditures my father deemed necessary. So far, the transactions totaled $3.7 million.“No wonder you’ve been hounding me about becoming dean. You didn’t want me to be dean because you believed in me. No, you wanted me to become dean so that I could be the fall guy when shit hit the fan.”My father remained silent until he felt emboldened to address me again.
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