A real scandal awaited me at home.
“What was that?!” he shouted. “What the hell were you doing there? Trying to set me up? Do you think I don’t know what that was? An act?!”
He paced back and forth around the room, waving his arms, his face red with rage.
“You won’t prove anything! Nothing! It’s just your inventions and intrigues!” And if you think I’ll let an idiot control my life…
“Dima,” I interrupted calmly, “the company’s internal investigation began two months ago. Before you even knew who I am.”
He fell silent and looked at me suspiciously.
“I asked Mikhail Petrovich to give you the opportunity to resign without consequences,” I continued. “But apparently it was in vain.”
“What are you talking about?” His voice became lower, but no less angry.
The investigation showed that over the past three years he embezzled about two million rubles. But probably much more. There are documents, recorded conversations with clients, and banking transactions. Mikhail Petrovich has already handed the information over to the authorities.
