"You're not the only one who doesn't play by the rules, Brittany..." I whispered into her ear as I pulled away from the hug, both of us plastering forced smiles across our faces. Beneath the facade, we understood each other too well. I had won the case. The trials, the hearings—it didn't matter what she did or how hard she tried. She couldn’t compete with me.
There was no evidence. None. Not a single shred of proof existed on the face of the earth to support her accusations. She charged me with embezzlement and fraud, but the investigation found nothing. The only money traced back to me was my college fund—the money my dad had left behind for me. It was mine, fair and square. And the rest? The figures didn’t lie: the funds were missing, but there wasn’t a single penny to account for or trace. Not even Brittany could explain where it had all gone.