"Victoria... what are you doing?" Arthur’s voice trembled, not with guilt, but with the profound horror of a patriarch witnessing an unthinkable lie.
Stepping quickly out of the elevator into the hallway was Ethan Miller, Arthur’s thirty-two-year-old son and chief technology officer of Miller Financial Dynamics. Dressed in a navy blue button-down shirt, Ethan’s face was pale with panic as he looked between his weeping wife and his bewildered father.
"Ethan!" Victoria sobbed, throwing herself toward him and grabbing his arms. "He hit me! Your father tried to strangle me because I refused to hide his offshore transfer receipts!"
Ethan turned to his father, his jaw tight, his eyes burning with anger. "Dad... tell me she's lying."
"Son," Arthur said softly, his voice clear despite his age. "I never touched her."