Mick paused, recalling those early days of building his career and reputation. He never wanted to work with his father. He only did it to learn the ways of the trade. At that point, his father wasn’t even a billionaire. Steele Construction and one other company were the ones that tipped the pay scale in Carl’s favor.
From out of nowhere, a memory returned of his father telling him how important it was to keep a secret bank account. Carl’s was the Swiss Bank in Geneva. In fact, Mick had been given access to it during that time, even though he’d never needed to use it.
Still, with Nicole on his lap, he leaned forward rested his fingers on the keyboard, searching for the bank’s website, and then clicking it. He used the username and password his father had shared with him years ago. When the website opened to Carl’s account, Mick gasped. It still worked! Why hadn’t the old man changed his password?
“Wow,” Nicole whispered, watching the screen. “That’s a lot of money.”
“It is, and to think this is his secret account.”
Mick searched for the dates he remembered when he worked on the Steele Construction case. His fingers flew over the keyboard as he scrolled through the screens and jumped back and forth between that website and the notes he’d taken and kept on a flash-drive.
Finally, he found the notes that he’d taken about Steele Construction and their missing money. The employees had been shocked to learn that the money had just suddenly disappeared.
Mick held his breath as he jumped back to Carl’s bank account, searching for that month and year. When his gaze fell on the same amount of money that had been missing from the company, his heart sank, and he expelled his breath.
“My father... had embezzled the money,” he whispered in shock.
“Oh, Mick.” Nicole cuddled her cheek against his. “I’m so sorry.”
He shook his head and pulled away, gazing into her lovely eyes. “Don’t be. This is the very thing we need to get my father put in prison.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’m going to print these pages right now and contact my lawyer and the police.” He leaned in and kissed her on the mouth, but briefly. “It’s going to be smooth sailing from here.”
“Oh, I pray you’re right.”
“My father will put up a fight, but we’ve got him, Nicole. He’s not going to hurt us any longer.”
TWENTY
Nicole couldn’t standthe wait. It had been almost a week. She’d made her pitch to Peaking Design’s president, who appeared to be very interested, but she’d not heard anything since. And to top off her frustration, Mick still awaited word from his lawyer about the incriminating evidence found that would throw Carl Remington in prison for embezzlement. She doubted his billions would be able to get him out, especially when she filed charges against him and Tara Browning for attempted murder.
Mick had asked Nicole to keep things hushed for now. Carl and Tara didn’t need an excuse to run, especially now. But Nicole wasn’t a patient woman. Things were not happening fast enough, in her opinion.
But, just as her grandfather had once told her, she trusted God to help her. To help both her and Mick.
