"Therese, you really are something else," he sneered. "The card was in your hand. The signatures on those transactions? Yours. And now you're saying you didn't make those charges? So what now? You think I did it?"
Oliver even pompously said, "I'm the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar company. You think I need to fake credit card transactions to steal money from you?"
Honestly? That's exactly what I wanted to ask him.
So I asked back.
I crossed my arms. "So, what's your explanation, Mr. Jefferson? You're telling me you didn't do it, but then whose name is on the card and the charges?"
His jaw tightened. His hand went to his tie, loosening it like he couldn't breathe.
Then he turned toward my coworkers, his voice sharp and self-righteous.
"I didn't want to air our private issues in public, but some people clearly have no shame."
Right in front of everyone, Oliver gestured at me like I was some exhibit.
"I need you all to be my witnesses!"
He turned fully to face them.