I picked up the device, my thumb trembling slightly as I swiped the screen open.

The notification was from our high-net-worth monitoring portal at Vanguard Private Bank.

An alert icon flashed in bright red.

“Pending Transfer: $12,450,000.00 USD.”

The originating account was the Hayes-Mercer Trust, registered in Grand Cayman.

The destination was an entity called Solis Holdings, routed through a bank in Panama City.

My breath caught in my throat.

Preston was draining the accounts.

He was taking the cash that belonged to my father’s legacy before the courts could freeze it.

I stood up from the boardroom table, my legs feeling like lead.

I gathered my father’s leather-bound journals and stuffed them into my briefcase.

The heavy double doors of the boardroom felt miles away as I walked toward them.

I pushed them open and stepped into the carpeted hallway of Hayes Enterprises.

The secretaries and assistants avoided my gaze, pretending to study their computer screens.

They knew the storm had arrived.

I pressed the button for the elevator and waited, my heart hammering against my ribs.

I dialed Marcus Vance, my lead divorce attorney.