The kitchen was quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator, its steady drone somehow soothing as I stared at the envelope on the table. It was a Tuesday, September 15, 2023, and the afternoon light streamed in through the windows, illuminating the dust motes in the air. I had been about to make a cup of coffee when my wife walked in, handed me the envelope, and said, “Just look at it.” Then she turned and left the room, leaving me with a sense of unease.
I opened the envelope, pulling out the bank statement it contained. The pages were filled with rows of transactions, some that I recognized, grocery stores, the utility company, and others that stopped me cold.
There were charges to a vendor named ‘Green Path Consulting,’ a name I’d never heard before. The amounts ranged from $200 to $500, and they appeared regularly every month.
“Green Path Consulting,” I murmured to myself, trying to place the name. It wasn’t ringing any bells, and a quick look through our previous statements showed the pattern had been ongoing for several months.
“Hey,” I called out to the other room, but there was no response. My wife had disappeared into the bedroom, the door closed firmly behind her.
Picking up my phone, I dialed the number for our bank, determined to get to the bottom of this. “Yes, hi, I need to confirm some transactions on our account,” I said when a representative answered.
As I waited for the hold music to fade, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning. There was more to uncover, and I was determined to find out what.
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