“She agreed.”
“After your family made her feel indebted for being adopted.”
My father bristled.
“That is not what happened.”
I looked at him.
“You told me you had given me everything.”
“We did.”
“And then you handed me the bill.”
My mother began to speak, but no words came.
Rocco placed several printed pages on the table.
“This is why we asked you here.”
Riley’s gaze immediately dropped to them.
The records showed repeated entries to MC Group Tower using credentials attached to the Grayson consulting account.
Several had occurred after the consultancy officially ended.
Riley denied using them.
Rocco produced lobby and elevator access records matching her arrival times.
She claimed she had legitimate business.
The attorneys asked what business.
She could not name any.
Then came the search logs.
Someone using a workstation assigned to a temporary Grayson consultant had searched my name the previous week.
The search did not reveal that I was Mason’s wife.
It did reveal when I would begin work.
Riley looked at my father.
He looked genuinely confused.
“Did you know she was working here?” he asked.
“No.”
Rocco’s eyes stayed on Riley.
“Someone using your credentials did.”
“That proves nothing.”
“No,” he said.
“Which is why we checked the cameras.”
Riley stopped breathing for a beat.
Mason noticed.
The footage showed Riley entering the temporary office on the date of the search.
There was no dramatic confession after that.
Real panic was uglier.
She began talking too quickly.
She said she had forgotten something in the office.
She said perhaps somebody else had used the computer.
She said the timestamp must be wrong.
She accused Rocco of targeting her because he worked for Mason.
Then she made the mistake that ended every remaining doubt.
“I only wanted to know why she was being brought in through executive security.”
Nobody spoke.
Rocco tilted his head.
“That detail was not disclosed.”
Riley froze.
Mason leaned forward.
“So you did see the security designation.”
She looked around the table.
“I—someone mentioned it.”
“Who?”
No answer.
The attorney slid a statement toward her.
“For the record, Ms.
