Just as I'd expected. He still didn't believe a word I'd told him before.
"Tell me something, Fred. You don't actually believe you're some kind of chosen one—do you?"
I couldn't be bothered with small talk. I was going to expose him right here.
Fred froze, staring at me in confusion.
"I heard you've been dying to meet the investor who saved your company and took it all the way to IPO."
His expression darkened further.
"What are you trying to say?"
His voice was low, his jaw tight.
I smirked, pulled out a folder, and flung it straight into his face.
"What I'm trying to say is simple."
"That investor was me."
"Winifred!"
Fred's face went rigid, then flushed with humiliation.
"You've lost your mind!"
His voice cracked on the words, then he snarled, "You forged a Pruitt Capital contract?! Do you have any idea that's a criminal offense?!"
