What she needed to do was go back through the company accounts in minute detail, but how could she do that?
Whom could she trust?
She almost laughed at the irony of the situation.
It was ironic that the one man who had the skills to help her was watching her with grim distaste. How much greater would his disapproval be when he knew the truth about her? To clear her name she had to tell him everything about herself and yet even as the thought entered her head, she dismissed it.
She’d never made excuses for herself and she didn’t intend to start now. And anyway, the fact that she wasn’t directly to blame didn’t absolve her of responsibility.
Café African was her business.
She’d been too trusting—and that misplaced trust had had disastrous
consequences.
No, she couldn’t ask Wi
