Fated to You

Chapter 29 - Intoducing Felix

Becky couldn't believe that her mother would do something like that. That is going well above and beyond that she believes her mother to be. This can't be right. At least, Mrs. Armstrong could have disinherit her. No big deal. She was waiting on some deals of the sort but not this. Embezzlement? And if she's right, Freen will be the accused. She has to get her out of here before those auditors get a hold of the police. Matter of fact, she has to run with Freen before this gets big enough and the FBI gets involved.

She reaches the intersection and as soon as the traffic lights turn red, she receives a call from her secretary. She picks up her phone right away.

"Hera, how is it over there?" Becky asks.

"They finish with the investigation. The auditor demanded me to get a hold of you."

Becky swallow nervously and tightens her hold of her wheel. They must have finished with the investigation. "Give them to me."

Hera does as she's told and transfers the call to Becky's office. The auditor picked up right away.

"Ms. Armstrong, we finished with the investigation. It didn't take long for my team and your IT department to figure out the whereabouts of the conglomerate's funds."

"Where did the money go?" Becky asks, still waiting for the green light.

The man leans back in Becky's chair, "It's over in Cayman Islands at a private bank. We managed to trace the account back to its rightful owner as well."

Becky swallow a big lump of anxiety. That's money embezzlement and money laundering. Both of these sentences are enough to send Freen to jail and gain her life sentence. "Who is it?"

"It's your assistant ma'am, Freen Chankimha. However though, she placed the account under a different name. And I don't think you'll like it."

"What is it Mr. Tan?" She asks impatiently.

"She used your name ma'am. It would have been easier for her to build that account under your name. Some of the funds were appropriated to various projects other than what they were intended for. And most of the revenues, which are about a good sum, come from sources that not legitimate."

Becky quickly intervenes in the man's explanation, "She didn't do it."

"I'm sorry ma'am, who didn't do what?"

"Freen is not guilty."

"But ma'am, we have everything here that proves us that she's the only one with access to that account."

"Either way, I am assuming it would have required her some type of documentation from me and my signature."

"I've heard of the story. She has pretty good hold over you. She's manipulative enough to have come up with a plan to get you to sign whatever is needed."

"Fuck you!" Becky cuts the call and immediately call Freen. She doesn't answer. She throws the phone and races over to the apartment building where she resides with her friend Heng. Several patrol cars were circling the front entrance. The FBI beat her to it. Reporters were also there, standing watch, waiting for the culprit to come out of the building in handcuffs in order to get a good shot for their brilliant cover story.

As soon as Becky parked her car right in the middle of the fracas, the reporters quickly came over to her, blocking her every access to the door. And it's not like she would be able to get through easy either without the reporters, FBI agents were all around the front door, standing guard from every point, keeping anybody from entering the premises. Becky didn't care. She passes under the yellow tape and heads straight to a big man standing watch. The man stops her.