“Marisol, please, this is a minor administrative misunderstanding,” Graham said.

“They are at the gates, Graham,” Marisol said.

“We can clear this up in ten minutes,” Graham said.

“My legal team is already drafting the official termination of our agreement,” Marisol said.

Celeste let out a sharp, high-pitched gasp.

She gripped the back of a leather chair until her knuckles turned white.

“You can’t do that, Marisol,” Celeste said.

“We have a binding letter of intent,” Celeste said.

Marisol did not even look at Celeste.

She handed the phone back to her assistant, David.

“Call the firm,” Marisol told him.

“Tell them to execute the withdrawal clause immediately,” Marisol said.

“Cite the failure to disclose pending criminal investigations,” Marisol said.

David nodded quickly and stepped back into the hallway.

“Marisol, listen to me,” Graham said, his voice cracking.

“The land is still ours,” Graham said.

“The title is clear enough to transfer,” Graham said.

“It is not,” I said.

The room went completely silent.

Everyone turned to look at me where I stood by the fireplace.

I held my grandmother’s original ledger close to my chest.