“That’s him trying to lose anyone who’s looking at his IP trail. He transfers cash into this holding account, which then sells them into smaller hidden subsidiaries, which then dumps the funds back into the market till the trail is lost. Then they all end up in a bank account of the Cayman Islands.” He points to another red line.
Fuck me! This is worse than I thought.
“Okay, so he is siphoning off the profits. Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”
“Yes, and no.” He mumbles over the rim of the cup he’s got clenched in his teeth.
“Look Sebastian, I’m not as quick with this shit as you. What are you saying?”
Sebastian huffs out an exasperated breath. “It means he’s stealing directly from the company.”
He points at the blue lines. There are only a few.
“Those are direct deposits, the ones we see, and these are what the Family receives from his quarterly balance.”
He points to the red lines, “These are what he bounces around that no one sees. I’m trying to gain access to some accounts, but he’s got a fucken good hacker. I’m impressed.” He actually smiles at the screen.
“He’s got so many firewalls and fail-safes, I make it through one, only to get shut out by another. But my guess is, Roberts, got a shit ton of money in that account.”
Motherfucker! What is he hiding, and why the need for so much cash?
“Any other funds besides the Mine going I that account”
“Yeah… still tracing that one, but dad needs to know about this.”
He looks up at me, his voice softening, “This will hurt her, Alex. Robert will not come out of this with a wrist slap. I’ve only scratched the surface, and this offence is beyond…”
He turns around and looks at the screen.
“I know, brother, but we need the truth, and we will take care of her. I promise. Besides, I’ll need your help with a personal matter soon.”
“Oh yeah. What’s that?” He types away, staring at the screen.
“I need to learn all I can about this. Harry Potter shit Isabella is into.”
Sebastian whips his head around and looks me up and down.
“Who the fuck are you and what have you done to my asshole brother?”
I laugh, “Carlos says I need to try… to be less of a dick.”
“Oh, like I haven’t said that all along.”
“I’ll let you get back to work. I fly out tomorrow so send me what you have ready and I’ll present it to dad.”
I grab his shoulder and squeeze it, giving him a little shake. “Great work, man. I’ll see you in a week.”
The day is over and Carlos and I are heading down the hall to pick Isabella up. I’m taking her out for dinner tonight. Maybe things would go smoother between us in public. My dining room so far causes nothing but a way for her to escape. But the longer I wait in the car for her to arrive the more pissed off I get so now I'm going in to remind her she has obligations now.
I look down at my watch. It's past five. But Isabella can get ready and still has plenty of time to be at the restaurant, reservations are for 8:00. But it still annoys me that she forgets to eat and even to remember I’m coming to pick her up.
I open the door, and the girls are on a platform, working away. Anna is humming and Isabella is standing back with her hands on her hips, looking at the fresco.
My irritation rises. “It’s well past five. We have been waiting in the car for the last half hour.”
Isabella jumps and half turns to look over her shoulder at us. Just as she’s about to speak, Anna belts out in song something about shaking her milkshakes as she shakes her ass, and shimming her butt over the scaffolding toward Isabella, then she sings even louder and starts grinding on her leg like a stripper.
I can’t help but hold my laughter in. Anna is so out there. Isabella is mortified, and her face is so red. Isabella pops out Anna's earbud and she finally notices she has an audience.
