Several withdrawals had been documented internally as money given directly to my wife. Some carried signatures.
Phedra looked at them and went pale.
“I never signed these.”
That was the moment the situation stopped being merely a family argument over money.
Arthur preserved the records and advised us on reporting what we had found. Investigators—not my lawyer, not me—would decide what offenses could actually be proved.
Selina still did not know.
Neither did Godfrey.
They believed they were days away from sharing a million dollars.
So I invited them to Arthur’s office.
My mother arrived wearing Phedra’s hummingbird necklace.
Godfrey wore the gold watch.
They sat across from me at the conference table.
Selina smiled.
“So. Are we finally signing the family agreement?”
“Yes.”
Arthur placed several folders on the table.
Godfrey leaned forward.
“How much are you putting into the holding company?”
“Nothing.”
His smile disappeared.
Selina frowned.
