“Is the immediate freezing of all personal assets linked to the Whitmore corporate accounts.”

“This includes the accounts in Switzerland and the Cayman Islands.”

“Until a full forensic audit is completed.”

“You can’t do that,” Richard said, his voice rising in panic.

“Those accounts are mine.”

“They are funded by corporate distributions,” Mr. Hayes said.

“Distributions that were authorized under false pretenses.”

“All in favor,” Mrs. Vance said.

Again, the hands went up.

Richard’s face drained of color.

He looked like a man who had suddenly realized the ground beneath him was gone.

“This is illegal,” Richard muttered.

“We will see what the courts say,” Nathan said.

“For now, you are stripped of your titles, your office, and your access to the building.”

The double doors of the boardroom opened.

Jane walked in.

She was pale and her breathing was rapid, but she held a thick leather binder tightly against her chest.

“I have them,” she said, her voice trembling.

She looked at me, then at Nathan.

“The original trust documents.”

“The ones Richard kept in the private safe downstairs.”

Richard’s eyes locked onto the binder.