EleanorI was sitting on the top floor of L’Aura, in the exclusive section, staring at the ledger in front of me. I took a small sip of wine, my plate of oysters left untouched.Across the private table, Arthur, my lead accountant, took a slow sip of his bourbon. He had been on my payroll for over fifteen years, long before my husband died."It's completely moved, Madam Eleanor Sterling," Arthur said in a quiet voice, leaning over the candle between us. "The offshore shell accounts in the Caymans have received the final transfer. With this last batch, we’ve successfully siphoned off nearly thirty percent of Sterling Industries' liquid assets.""Thirty percent," I repeated, my lips curling into a small, pleased smirk. "Good.""If the board catches wind of this, or worse, the SEC, we are going to be in deep shit..." He swallowed hard, glancing around the dimly lit dining room. "We aren't just talking about fines, Madam. We are talking about federal wire fraud, tax evasion, and embezzlem
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