“The Holloway family trust owns fifty-one percent of the voting shares in this company,” Margaret stated.

“And under the grandfather’s protection clause, those shares are tied directly to the stability of the family.”

The board members began to whisper among themselves.

Mr. Vance leaned forward, his brow furrowed.

“What does the protection clause have to do with this transfer, Margaret?” he asked.

“The clause dictates that if the head of the family attempts to dismantle the trust or divorce his spouse during a medical crisis, the trust immediately liquidates its assets,” I said.

My voice was steadier than I expected.

“Every single share will be dumped onto the open market at nine o’clock tomorrow morning,” I said.

“The Holloway Empire will be worthless by noon.”

Vanessa stood up, her silver pen tapping sharply against her notepad.

“That is absurd,” she said.

“Grant has full administrative control over the accounts.”

“Not when he is being sued for divorce in an ICU bed,” Margaret countered.

She pulled a folded white document from her coat pocket and laid it on the table.

“The court injunction was filed thirty minutes ago.”