“He was helping David expand the business,” Eleanor said.
“He was running a fraudulent visa scheme,” Julian said, looking directly at my mother. “He took deposit money from foreign applicants, promising them certified employment letters on David’s corporate letterhead to secure their entry permits.”
“He forged my signature on twenty-two separate documents,” I said, pointing to the blue files. “The court has already frozen my business operating funds because of the civil filings.”
Uncle Robert picked up one of the blue papers, his eyes widening as he read the name of our family business.
“This has your seal on it, David,” Robert said. “How could he get his hands on the physical seal?”
“He had a duplicate made at a shop in Queens,” Julian said. “We found the credit card charge for thirty-eight dollars on the fraudulent business account.”
My mother shook her head, her hand smoothing the fabric of her skirt with a quick, nervous motion.
