(Isabella’s POV)
I hold my head, trying my best to stave off the massive headache that I feel forming beneath my furrowed eyebrows. The desk is covered in paper, no longer divided neatly into file folders. Endless receipts that don’t match expenditure reports and expenditure reports that list countless items not accounted for anywhere in the documentation pile high in front of me.
In organizing the three years of my pack’s assets, it is becoming alarmingly clear that Jesse has squandered away everything.
Thousands of dollars are literally missing, and there are expenses listed for multiple real estate projects and a boat. I find corresponding insurance policies on these items, yet there are no actual addresses or physical proof of them, let alone a boat.
Ariana walks in. She c***s her
