“We have the signed agreements from the majority shareholders,” Lena announced.

“Eighty-two percent of the voting stock has been transferred to Whitaker Family Capital.”

“The remaining shares will be purchased at the current market valuation.”

Philip looked up, his hand trembling as he reached for a glass of water.

“You’re stripping us of everything, Nora,” he said.

“We built this company.”

“My father built this company,” I said.

“Your family spent ten years borrowing against his reputation.”

“And now the debt is due.”

Daniel cleared his throat.

He adjusted his glasses and looked at me.

“My client, Grant Mercer, has agreed to sign the final dissolution papers,” Daniel said.

“In exchange, he requests that the civil lawsuits filed by Whitaker Capital be dropped.”

“No,” I said.

The room became very quiet.

The only sound was the distant hum of the building’s ventilation system.

“The civil suits stay,” I said.

“The court will determine the restitution.”

Daniel looked down at his yellow notepad.

“He has no assets left, Nora,” Daniel said quietly.

“The Greenwich house was his last leverage.”

“The Greenwich house belongs to the historical trust,” I said.