Page 51 of Obeying Mr Kingsley
It’s the only explanation.
The money went missing, and it was my login details that showed up just before the money was transferred to an untraceable Swiss bank account.
One they claim I opened.
Like, how the fuck do you even open a Swiss bank account?I have no idea.
Apparently, that’s not a solid defense.
Johnathan fervently denied asking me for the login details and proved that he was logged into the system with his own details, approving the payroll during that same window of time.
Wow.
I’d been played by a professional.
Never have I hated someone so much.The mix of anger, shock and disbelief that this was happening during the mediation sessions had been almost paralyzing.
However, my lawyer, some small firm who did a poor job, did ask them to pull footage from the office cameras, which showed Johnathan speaking to me at the time I claimed.
It shows me pulling something out of my drawer and handing it to him.
A post-it note.
I wrote down the password.
Without sound, the mediator disregarded it, saying it wasn’t solid proof.
“I wanted to make sure Lexi’s advances toward me at Friday drinks the week before were not something that would happen again.I was clear with her at the time, and reiterated again, that I’m a happily married man.And...”he smirked at the other men in the room.“I wasn’t interested, regardless.”
One man had sniggered, then covered his mouth.
Jerks.
“Excuse me!”I had gasped, placing my palm on the table, staring at him.“You hit on me, you creep!”
“Lexi.”Mr.Harrow held up his hand.“Let’s not make this worse, shall we?”
Johnathan shook his head, like he was disappointed in my lies.
I’d almost vomited as I watched my downfall unfold.I had no proof.It was my word against the digital proof showing my signature being used to move the money.One I couldn’t disprove.
Fifty thousand pounds.
A sickening amount.
I understood why Mr.Harrow felt the way he did, but he was wrong.Johnathan was a dangerous liar.
I glanced around at all the disbelieving faces.“I’m not lying.He hit on me that night.Followed me into the stairwell and pushed me up against the wall.I told him to get off me—”
“Ms.Grant, please.”The mediator shook his head.“Unless you have some proof, I think we can stop right there with all the explicit details.”
“But it shows motive.”
“Okay, CSI, calm down.”Johnathan frowned comically at me like I was a stupid child.
The mediator pointed his finger at him.“Mr.Scott, this is not helping.We know you’re innocent, so please don’t provoke her.”
What?
