Page 90 of Love Is an Art
From Gian
Here’s the memo you requested. I did a google search and populated it.
To: Gian
From: Cameron Stone
I will call you. I told you to CALL for all communication.
The memo attached is the location scouting report.
Cameron is involved.
And that’s why if you want to commit fraud, you need to hire a smart accomplice. And not someone who emails and creates a paper record trail.
A typed letter explains that Pamela was paid money for services that were never provided via the fake interior decoration consultation invoice, while Cameron created the fake location scouting invoice. And Cameron signed all the invoices without any further investigation. When a previous employee questioned the interior decoration consultation invoice, Cameron made her sit and watch him work.
Pamela was the one who wrote up the investigation of that hotline call. And she didn’t include that.
But how did they know my hotel room?
Should I be worried?
At least Zeke is with me, and I’m not alone in Mexico City receiving incriminating envelopes in my hotel room.
Is Ana the anonymous emailer? She helped with the hotel arrangements. But would she know the finance issues?
There’s a knock on my door. I peek through the keyhole to confirm it’s Zeke.
I open the door and let him in. He’s also changed into more casual clothes. Wow. The tight, waffle shirt gets me every time.
“I got a secret missive filled with incriminating documents under my door.”
Zeke’s eyes widen. “Of course you did.”
I hand him the packet, and we sit next to each other on the bed.
“Both Cameron and Pamela are involved,” I say.
“Even if we didn’t have this email, he’s not doing his job as CFO if he’s not catching the double invoicing for the couches and a fake invoice for interior consulting when they didn’t hire a consultant. Roberto couldn’t have been more open that he and Pamela came up with the design.” He flips through it. “But how did they know your room number? Ana? Do you think you’re safe here?”
“I don’t think they’re pissed at me. I still think it’s one of the women. You should leave me alone at some point tomorrow with Valeria.”
“Because she reviews the invoices?”
“Yes. Ana and Valeria were smiling and chatting near the coffee station. They rushed away as soon as I approached.”
“Maybe they just didn’t want to talk to you.”
“I’m hurt.” I pout.
“I like talking to you.” He bumps my shoulder.
“Even though I’m a lawyer?” I ask.
“You’re not like any lawyer I’ve ever met. Maybe because you’re a litigator? Paisley was a corporate lawyer. I had no idea being a lawyer involved so much detective work.”
“It does because you have to build a case. Especially with my pro bono work. Last weekend, I tried to figure out if this guy is still together with his girlfriend. I staked out the address of his former apartment, where she lives, but I never saw him arrive. There were two entrances, so maybe he used the back one. I’m going to try again when we get back.”
