“I suppose it does,” she said, turning her gaze to me. “Though I never understood why you insist on keeping this up. Graham provides more than enough for you and the girls.”

I kept my hands folded flat on my desk.

“I like to keep busy,” I said.

“A woman’s place is with her children, especially when they are young,” Gloria said, smoothing her skirt. “But then, your family never did understand the importance of legacy.”

To Gloria, my parents were simple people who did not exist in her social register.

“We have our own ways,” I said.

Gloria sniffed.

She reached into her handbag and pulled out a slim, gold pen and a document folded in thirds.

“I need you to give this to Graham tonight,” she said, sliding the paper across the desk.

I did not reach for it.

I let it sit on the polished wood between us.

“What is this?” I asked.

“Just a formality,” Gloria said, her eyes flitting toward the window. “A minor restructuring of the trust assets.”

“Does Graham know about this?”