Forged Signatures: A Business Betrayal
The signature was mine. The decision wasn’t.
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“You’ve been removed as director.”
That was the first line of the Companies House notification.
I read it twice.
Then I opened the attached document.
My name was there.
My passport number was there.
And at the bottom of the page was a signature that looked almost exactly like mine.
Almost.
Daniel was standing by the kitchen island when I showed him my phone.
He barely looked at it.
“Clerical error,” he said. “Don’t panic before the investor meeting.”
That was when I stopped panicking.
Because I hadn’t mentioned the investor meeting.
I took the phone back.
“Why would this affect that?”
His face changed for half a second.
Then he smiled.
“It won’t. I’m just saying we need to stay calm.”
But Daniel had never asked me to stay calm unless something was already on fire.
I drove to the office before sunrise.
The building was empty.
The jewellery displays were dark.
The safe room was locked.
But the printer was still warm.
I checked the print history.
One file had been printed at 2:14 a.m.
Company transfer form.
I opened the scanner folder next.
There was a file saved under a name that made my stomach turn.
After she notices.
Inside was the same transfer form.
My forged signature.
My passport photo.
And one more thing.
The glass reflection on the scan showed Daniel standing behind the printer.
But he wasn’t alone.
End of chapter
