Page 76 of Beauty and the Boss Man

Chapter Thirty-three

Romy

“Thank you for coming down, Miss Sinclair,” Agent Carlson pulls out a chair for me to sit on.

“Please call me Romy,” I say, trying to distance myself from my father’s last name.

“Okay, Romy,” he smiles and sits down across from me, opening a file that sits in front of him. “Can I get you anything? Coffee?”

“No, thank you. I’d just like to get on with this if you don’t mind.”

He nods. “Of course. As I’m sure you’ve seen from the paperwork, your father had some offshore accounts that have come to light. I’m interested in knowing your involvement with said accounts.”

I sigh. “He told me about the accounts, but I’ve never touched them.”

“Why did he put them in your name?”

“He told me the money was for me, but I think he’s full of shit.”

Agent Carlson’s eyebrows shoot up. “Why’s that?”

“Because he had those accounts before he was locked up. I do not doubt that if he hadn’t gone to jail, he’d have kept that money all for himself.”

He writes something down in that small notebook.

I continue, “Agent, can we cut the crap?”

He looks up from his notes. “Sure.”

“My father is a bastard—always has been and always will be. I don’t want his money, and you’ve seen my apartment. Does it look I’ve touched any of that money?”

He cracks a slight smile.

Reaching into my bag, I pull out a stack of envelopes and slide them across the table. “This is every letter my father has written to me since he’s been in prison. And there’s a copy of the one letter I sent to him, telling him I don’t want his money. I’m sure the prison will have a copy of that correspondence.”

He takes the letters from me.

“Am I in some sort of trouble?” I ask. “What can I do to clear my name?”

“All of this should be sufficient. You’re not our target. Your father and his organization are. Do you know anything about any of the other players he was working with?”

I laugh. “My father has barely spoken to me my entire life. I’m not even sure I know what his middle name is. I have no information besides what I’ve already given you.”

“Fair enough.”

“So, are we done?”

He nods. “Just one more question. Would you be willing to testify in court against your father?”

“Just tell me when and where.”

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On my drive home, relief washes over me. I guess I won’t be needing to hire that lawyer after all.

Leave it to me to make mountains out of molehills.

I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my chest.

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