Chapter 3 - The Corporate Card
Adam lowered his voice.
“Dakota, come to the galley.”
“No.”
“We need privacy.”
“You should have considered privacy before booking adjoining first-class seats under a corporate account.”
Trinity’s head snapped toward him.
“You told me you paid for this personally.”
“I reimbursed the company.”
Dakota looked at him.
“No, you didn’t.”
Adam’s eyes narrowed.
“You have no access to those records.”
That was the first honest sentence he had spoken.
Dakota did not work in finance.
She did not have access to Adam’s company systems.
But three weeks earlier, a thick envelope had arrived at their home addressed to him.
The return address belonged to an auditing firm.
Dakota had not opened it.
She had simply placed it on his desk.
That night, Adam burned several pages in the backyard firepit.
The next morning, Dakota found a half-charred receipt beneath the grate.
Two first-class tickets.
A luxury hotel suite.
A prenatal concierge service in Paris.
All charged to Calderon Aerospace, where Adam served as vice president of international procurement.
Dakota had photographed the receipt.
Then she had begun paying attention.
Adam’s supposed Chicago meetings always matched Trinity’s social-media disappearances.
His corporate card statements showed jewelry, private drivers, and restaurant charges in cities where no company meetings had occurred.
Dakota had contacted the anonymous ethics hotline.
She expected to report an affair funded by company money.
Instead, the investigator asked one question that changed everything.
“Mrs. Hale, has your husband ever asked you to sign documents related to vendor consulting?”
Adam stared at Dakota now.
“What have you done?”
She pushed the beverage cart forward.
“My job.”
The cabin door closed.
Adam gripped his seat belt.
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Outside, the plane began moving away from the gate.
👉 Once the aircraft started taxiing, Adam could no longer escape the woman who knew whose signature he had forged.
