“I am already on it,” Marcus said. “I have contacted Arthur Pendelton.”

Arthur was the longest-serving member of the Hayes Enterprises board and a close friend of my late father.

“Is Arthur in New York?” I asked.

“He is at his club on East Sixty-Hertford,” Marcus said. “I told him to prepare for an emergency shareholder meeting.”

“Preston still holds the majority vote through the family trust,” I said.

“Not if we prove he is attempting to flee with corporate funds,” Marcus said. “The board can strip him of his title immediately.”

“We need to void his golden parachute clause,” I said. “He cannot walk away with fifty million dollars of our family money.”

“We will plant that seed with Arthur,” Marcus said. “But first, we must stop that plane.”

I stared out the window of the taxi as we crawled through the midday traffic.

The towering glass skyscrapers of midtown felt like a maze closing in on me.

For twenty years, I had let Preston handle the family business while I raised Mia.

I had trusted him when he told me the quarterly losses were just market fluctuations.