Chapter 14 - THE MAN WHO KNEW TOO MUCH
Thomas sat down slowly.
For several seconds, he couldn’t look at me.
Then he told us.
Three years earlier, Brenda had ordered him to certify financial statements he knew contained misleading classifications.
He refused.
Derek threatened to fire him.
Thomas had a wife undergoing expensive medical treatment and two children in college.
Eventually, he signed.
Then it happened again.
And again.
“I told myself I was protecting my family.”
His voice broke.
“I was really protecting my fear.”
Maya asked whether he personally benefited.
“No.”
“Did you take money?”
“No.”
“Can you prove that?”
“I think so.”
I studied him.
I wanted to be furious.
Part of me was.
But I had learned something during the previous seventy-two hours.
People inside the Wexler family survived by making one compromise at a time.
Then one day they looked around and realized the compromises had become a cage.
“Tell the auditors everything.”
Thomas nodded.
“Even if it ruins me?”
“Especially if it could ruin you.”
He looked surprised.
“Why?”
“Because Derek already knows.”
“Brenda knows.”
“They’ll use it against you whenever they need you.”
Thomas lowered his head.
Then he nodded.
“I understand.”
The next seven hours were ugly.
Thomas disclosed every falsified classification he remembered.
The auditors documented his participation.
Nothing was hidden.
By sunset, we finally understood the scale of the crisis.
Wexler Hospitality could survive.
The family’s control could not.
The hotels themselves still generated revenue.
The employees still did good work.
The properties still had value.
The poison was concentrated at the top.
That night, Northstar’s independent directors approved a restructuring proposal.
Derek and Brenda would be removed from management.
Family perks would end.
Certain assets would be sold.
Employees would be protected where possible.
An outside CEO would take control.
I deliberately abstained from the final vote.
I wanted accountability.
I did not want anyone to claim I had destroyed a company simply because my husband humiliated me.
Facts would do what revenge never could.
At 8:30 p.m., Maya received a call from Derek’s attorney.
He wanted settlement negotiations.
His proposal was almost insulting.
I would stop the audit.
Derek would agree to an uncontested divorce.
Both parties would sign confidentiality agreements.
No one would admit wrongdoing.
I laughed.
Maya did not.
She simply asked one question.
“What about the forged guarantee?”
There was silence.
The attorney said he would call back.
He never did.
Instead, someone leaked a story to a gossip website the next morning.
The headline called me a vindictive heiress destroying my husband’s family business after a “minor marital argument.”
The article claimed I had stolen forty-five thousand dollars from the Wexlers.
Then I reached the final paragraph.
A source described me as “emotionally unstable.”
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I had seen those exact words before.
They were the same words Brenda had used about Lauren.
