AVA'S POV
My heart skipped. Ava Monroe-Kingsley Foundation Resource Center. It sounded surreal.
"But there's something else," she said more cautiously.
She pulled up another document.
"We noticed some discrepancies in the distribution allocations of last month.
A few vendor payments were routed through an unrecognized account.
I flagged it to accounting, and they said the authorization came from an outdated signature log, from when Sandra was still overseeing press logistics."
My stomach dropped.
"You think she was trying to skim money?"
Melanie nodded. "It looks like it. But we need more proof."
I exhaled slowly. "Then find it. Quietly. I want everything airtight before we press charges."
Melanie nodded, the spark of fire I loved seeing in her eyes reigniting.
As she packed up, she added, "The world thinks of you as a symbol now.
But it's moments like this that will define your legacy. How you lead when no one is watching."
Her words lingered long after she left.
