Behaving Badly in Vegas (Vegas Love #3)

42. Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Hunter

I couldn’t fucking believe it!

All these months of looking at spreadsheets and it’d been here all along.

Well, not exactly.

I’d copied every folder from Leonard’s computer, searching for something useful. It was buried in a secret folder on his desktop named “family photos.” The dumbass was so confident he didn’t even password protect it. And he would have gotten away with it too, if I hadn’t come along.

Among photos of his idiot kid and unfortunate-looking wife was a single document. A document that showed dozens of money transfers to a company called Intentional Hospitalities Corporation.

The name of Mystiques holding company was International Hospitalities Corporation. Two little letters separated the companies. A strategy to mislead and camouflage transfers if anyone had gone snooping .

I picked up my phone and called Trent. “Come to my office and bring Tom.”

“Hello to you too.”

“I’m serious. I need to see you both. Immediately.” I hung up the phone without waiting for a response. He’d be pissed, but he’d come. This wasn’t the type of conversation to be had over the phone.

Ten minutes later—because, of course, he was going to make me wait—Trent showed up with Tom in tow. “What crawled up your ass?”

“Come in and shut the door.”

“Is this about Charli?” Tom asked, puffing out his chest.

“It’s not about your sister,” I assured him.

Trent closed the door and sighed. “What is this all about?”

I gestured toward Tom. “Do you trust him? Like would you trust him to keep a secret if your life depended on it?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake! Yes, I trust him.”

“If your life depended on it?”

“Yes, if my life depended on it.”

Tom pushed up his glasses. “Good to know, but I’m not sure you pay me enough for that responsibility.”

“Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure my life isn’t in the balance,” Trent said, patting Tom on the shoulder. “Hunter tends to like hyperboles.”

“Nothing I say leaves this room.” I leaned on the desk, clasped my hands, and rested my chin on them. “I found something.”

Trent threw up his hands. “Oh my god! Is this whole thing going to be a guessing game? You found what? A mouse in your pocket? A quarter under your couch cushion? What?”

I ignored his ridiculousness and gave him a devious smile. “I found something on Leonard.”

“Why didn’t you start with that?” Trent asked in frustration.

“I guess because I like seeing you get all flustered, but I’m over it now.” I picked up two stacks of papers from my desk and handed them to him. “He’s definitely stealing from us.”

Trent scanned the papers. “What am I looking at? ”

“The numbers are transposed,” Tom said, looking over Trent’s shoulder.

I snapped my fingers at Tom. “Exactly. In each of the highlighted lines, the numbers were reversed to show a smaller amount. Gia was right to be concerned about the fundraiser. The silent auction alone is missing almost ten thousand dollars.”

Trent’s fingers clenched around the papers. “Son of a bitch.”

I held up a finger. “And that’s not all. Charli and I found hundreds of incorrect documentations from original paperwork to Leonard’s official reports.”

“You let Charli help?”

“Yes. She’s the one who found the first discrepancy. Turns out she’s not just beautiful, but smart too. So far, we’ve found over a million dollars.”

Tom let out a low whistle. “That’s a lot of money.”

“Bet your ass it is! And with most of the financial staff gone, none of it was cross-checked.”

“Where is the money going?” Trent asked through clenched teeth.

“That’s where I was stumped. I couldn’t find a damn thing until I examined the files on Leonard’s personal computer.”

“Do I even want to know how you got into Leonard’s personal computer?”

I waved away his concern. “Probably not, but that’s beside the point. My tactics were totally justified.”

Trent rolled his eyes as I handed over the records from our bank. “What am I looking at?”

“Look closer. All the money that comes into Mystique is distributed to vendors, employees, operating funds, etcetera. A portion is also transferred to our holding company.”

“I’m aware.”

I handed over the single document from Leonard’s computer that itemized the illegal transfers. “See it now?”

His eyes went wide. “Fucking hell! How come nobody caught this? ”

“Because our father put blind trust into an outsider. There were no checks and balances.”

Tom took the papers from Trent and looked at them. “What’s Intentional Hospitalities Corporation?”

“That’s where you come in,” I told Tom. “Charli said you have mad computer skills. What’s the chance of you following the money trail and finding out who owns the company? What we have is good, but we need to prove the money is going to Leonard.”

Tom swallowed. “It’ll take some time, but I can do it. I have to warn you though, I’ll have to do some hacking. It won’t all be completely legal.”

I looked at Trent. “Are you on board?”

“Fuck yeah, I am.”

“Good. We don’t have to disclose how we found the information, only that it exists.”

“Have you told Dad about this yet?”

“Not yet. I wanted to wait until we had solid proof. And when we do, it’ll be bye-bye, Leonard Moroski.”

And hello, Hunter Dorsey, CFO.