“I want to review the valuation of my shares first,” I said.

Jared’s smile stiffened slightly at the corners.

“The valuation is standard, Shelby.”

“The legal team used the close of the market on Friday.”

“I still want to see the ledger,” I said.

“Especially the recent operational expenditures.”

“If I am transferring my entire livelihood, I want to see the latest audit.”

Jared sighed, a sound of gentle, paternalistic impatience.

“You shouldn’t be looking at spreadsheets right now.”

“The doctor said cognitive strain could trigger another relapse.”

“I am fine, Jared,” I said, keeping my tone soft.

“I will go to the office tomorrow morning.”

“I can sign the papers there once I look over the travel and marketing expenditures.”

“They have been running high lately, haven’t they?”

Jared’s eyes narrowed, just a fraction of a millimeter.

“A few influencer campaigns,” he said.

“Nothing out of the ordinary.”

“Still,” I said, standing up.

“I will see you at the office tomorrow at nine.”

He realized he could not push too hard without raising my suspicions.

He slowly picked up the silver pen and slipped it back into his breast pocket.