“He is calling the other board members,” Marcus said. “They are scheduling an emergency session for three o’clock.”

“We must ensure Preston has no authority left by the time he reaches that airport,” I said.

“If the board votes to terminate him for cause, his power of attorney over the trust is revoked,” Marcus said.

“And the golden parachute?” I asked.

“Voided,” Marcus said. “A termination for criminal misconduct nullifies every clause of his contract.”

I leaned back in the chair, staring at the gray sky outside the window.

I thought of Mia, sitting in her dormitory, entirely unaware that her father was trying to ruin her future.

I had to protect her.

“I want to be there,” I said suddenly.

Marcus stopped shuffling his papers and looked up at me. “Where, Claire?”

“At the airport,” I said. “I want to see his face when he realizes he cannot leave.”

“That is a bad idea,” Marcus said. “It could be dangerous, and it is a federal operation now.”

“He stole my father’s legacy, Marcus,” I said. “He tried to leave my daughter with nothing.”